A source of life

A SOURCE OF LIFE

Pretty are the buds which during nights blossom Pretty are the flowers which for a tomorrow bloom, Pretty are the clouds that drift and adorn the sky, Whoever cherish the delight is indeed very lucky.

Autumn leaves flutter with the morning gales Dew drops slowly wane from the warm sunrays, The golden horizon unfolds eye-pleasing delights, Cool, a dream appears in the castle of thoughts.

The pretty butterflies, their eye-pleasing colors The beautiful birds, their erratic flying endeavors, The soul-stirring snow-clad mountains stand afar, A silent stream from the mountain foot, so clear.

Let’s aspire to save the earth for next generation Let’s ensure, no ecological catastrophe threatens; Like a responsible human, let’s shoulder the task For earth like a source of life shields us like a mask.