Its serenity makes the sea look so blue,
One cannot distinguish it from the sky's hue.
The waves seem calm, almost tranquil,
See how the beauty stretches across the hill.
I sit to think, besides the tree,
thinking of words to describe nature's bounty.
But all thoughts wind up as one,
"How phenomenal is gods creation".
Later, the sun will go down,
We would be flown into the hustle of our town.
But Nature would still be selfless and kind,
And welcome us whenever her thought strikes