THE ONLY REALITY
THE ONLY REALITY
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Nature has myriad beautiful things;
Babies, flowers, music, stars, moon_
Sweet bird with colourful pied wings,
And youth: scorching summer noon.
A little smile of new born dispels sorrow.
And tuneful tenors remove mental unrest.
Flowers with charm bloom every morrow,
Motivating ourselves to strenuous quest.
Scenes of hills and rivers streaming
Have odours of delight; they are cure,
For body's ailments and our grieving,
The chirp of birds are orphic and pure.
Does comfort lie in modern artificiality?
O, no. Natural boons are the only reality.
