It's spring but still it's cold
Long conversations with wind I hold
The butterfly is beautiful than most people's soul
And I am admiring the nature all alone
The breeze that comes to me
Is calming as the green I see
The trees are tall
Standing there like the most charming wooden doll
The creatures I see
Are patient than most humans including me
The walk I take
Makes me realise who I am and what I could be
This nature's my home
And I could do anything
To protect and live here
Rather than the busy world's sea...