Mother Gaia

By Shubhanker Tripathi

Chirping of birds,
And clicking of crickets,
Brushing of grass,
Through my bare feet,
The calm and contempt,
Of quietly blowing breeze,
Whispering in my ears,
Dew on the leaves,
Dropping down like tears,
Rustling of leaves,
On the ground and the trees,
Flapping wings of birds,
And humming of the bees,
All so beautiful,
to see and to breathe,
But more so ever,
It's music to my ears,
The sound of the rain,
on bare dusty ground,
The squeak of a squirrel,
The growl of a hound.
It's the melody of nature,
You need to listen close,
As it's slowly dissolving,
In our city's roars.