Submitted by : Dravika Trehan
Chirping of birds and rustling of leaves,
Brook’s flow and snow’s peace.
Mountains echo when you shout back,
Birds flying in a single track.
Sudden gush of wind passing by,
Making my hair to fly.
Various sizes of pebbles on the way,
Solving the riddle, I find my way.
Moron are the people who worry,
Striving for the fake luxury.
Come find the treasure at this place,
NATURE is the address of solace.