As Mother beckoned with a graceful wave,
The blazing blue heavens took a bow in awe,
And blossoms beneath looked up and yonder,
Cause ‘twas time for the grey clouds to maunder.
As pearls of joy pattered to earth below,
And pools of shimmering liquid yearned to flow,
One little flower so burst up with delight,
It glided down gently to take in the sight.
– Narendra Nayak © 2017