The Different Beauty

a poem by Pooja Amin

The beauty of nature, what can it be identified as?
A sunset? A mountain with flowing blue rivers?
Or the crystal-like rain drops that fall on the endless fields of green grass?

What about the birds that fly in the sky?
Or the stars that sparkle during the night?

Consider the waves of the oceans,
ending at shores in a calm effect with the smooth and radiant sand behind it left.

Remember the pure rays of the sun permeating the the soft clouds early morning?
Or the peace the moon brings with breezes of winds singing?

How can the the essence and colors of a flower be forgotten?
Or the butterflies that fly over the fields of cotton?

No matter how beautiful a picture is painted of the materialistic world,
its glamour will last never.
But nature carries a true beauty that remains a treasure forever…