I used to have a dream
wherein was a clear running stream
with cuckoos filling the warm breeze
that makes one relax and freeze
beautiful fishes moving in the clear water
that glittered like a fine polished silver
air blowing across the branches of trees
and the slight moaning of the bees
sambhar’s footsteps thumping on the banks
nature atop of its ranks
voice of the myna’s
and with a distant howling of hyenas
lions sleeping on their backs
prying vultures covering their tracks
and this was nature at its best
I am in search of this dreamy quest
one will realise the dream
if they protect the forest cream!