Tiny leaves falling down in a golden shower from bowers
Creamy butterflies chasing each other, searching for the brightest flower
To drink the dew and draw the nectar !
All these treats of nature right in the middle of milling sea to see and share.
Alas there is no one who is willing to stand and stare,
At these rare glimpses of creator ,
Painstakingly sketched only to last a few seconds,
And then to be wiped off the canvas ,forever.
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