If the sun comes down,
from heaven to my town.
It would be always warm,
and people adoring its charm.
What if the silver moon,
would not fade so soon?
It would be so calm,
with peace in my palm.
What if the coming eve,
has a surprise to give?
Dawn, dusk and night,
beautiful in all its might.
Nature! Its lovely treasure,
bestows joy without measure.
Leaves, grass and dews,
in glory with lovely hues.
I want to drench in rain,
falling from sky like train.
Drops sweet and round,
merrily greets the ground.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
from heaven to my town.
It would be always warm,
and people adoring its charm.
What if the silver moon,
would not fade so soon?
It would be so calm,
with peace in my palm.
What if the coming eve,
has a surprise to give?
Dawn, dusk and night,
beautiful in all its might.
Nature! Its lovely treasure,
bestows joy without measure.
Leaves, grass and dews,
in glory with lovely hues.
I want to drench in rain,
falling from sky like train.
Drops sweet and round,
merrily greets the ground.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
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