The Perfect Picnic
a silvery dropp
on a trembling leaf
a soaring eagle
along a reef,
a budding rose
in perfection sweet
nature has cast a spell again
the darkening clouds
that speak of rain,
peacocks that want
to dance again,
the nuzzling calf
the startled deer,
The silvery web
so finely sheer,
my face buried in the green green grass
nature has cast its spell again
the winding brook
of melody sweet
the crunching sounds of happy feet
the smells of food
and sounds of play
minds at rest from work today
nature has cast its spell again
poem by Arti Chopra
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