Aesthetics of nature
The mountains were perfectly curve
For I took inspirations and sketched my art.
And the clouds wandering above the hills
With shapes similar to each other.
When I look at the mountains again
Seven years later, as I elevate
The curves were false and irregular
And the clouds can describe any mood.
As years aged me, the more elevated,
It seems the clouds rise with me together,
Some above and some below, some never,
Some I’ve missed to learn, which is forever.
Bird chirping, rain falling, odour of earth,
The clouds kissing the mountains slowly,
Here I’m sitting still, alone, reminiscing
Often pondering the beauty of Nature