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.

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