How could someone be so damn pretty strong!

Like the clouds, she would cover up the deserted land...
and with a blissful shower, she would fill the cracks in the droughted sand...
with the cool breeze covering up the warm loo...
she would sweep the hair along with the peaceful bloom...
with skies at midnight like a starry roof...
she would provide a deep sound sleepy snooze...
with those beautiful auroras on the polar exits, giving hope in frozen lands to live a few more days,
we witness those thin pretty rainbows on the urbanscape that rejuvenates us from the daily forsake...
those red-brown leaves on streets mane...
autumn seems to be a colourful landscape...
those floral rings in colours unseen...
is a sure shot sign of welcoming greens...
weather and seasons might arrive and descend,
out mother nature will stay in her glorious crescent...
showering her love in the darkest of ills...
she protects us from the harshness of seasonal conflicts...

 Ohh! mother nature
 how could someone be so damn pretty strong...
                                                     -Vartika Saxena