Nature is Blessed, Bathed in Rain

Parched in thirst, a year long wait
Mud and grime, and bird nest waste
Trees long most, for that first rain
Which washes and brightens, both leaf and trunk
Which cares for and nourishes, the deepest roots

Water from the Gods, that sip of nectar
Generously dispersed, seated on clouds
We thank your gifts, masters in the skies
New life is born, by sipping this nectar

I stay hands folded, beholding this beauty
The leaves I have seen, were never this green
As a beautiful woman, who steps out of water
As a dazzling butterfly, who rests on a flower

The Way of Water

Little droplets, filing by

Filling courtyards with mud-brown puddles

They find their way, in and out of home

As if to stay, is never done

The way of water, is mysterious

It's flowing resembles, the way of life

The dust on leaves, now washed away

They look more green, fresh and young

Like a woman, who steps out from bath

Like a newborn, who comes out of womb

The way of water, is mysterious

It wetness marks, rejuvenation

The trees now sway, it is a storm

And furious rains, last out like arrows

The water now, it takes a different form

And man and mice, stay huddled in homes

The way of water, is mysterious

It ferociousness, can pierce through stone

The water has settled, as a flood

It now rots, what's in its grasp

And teaches lessons, as in every mode

To stay in one place, is as good as dead

The way of water, is mysterious

It's calmness can, lay mind at rest