The sound of nature, orchestrated chaos
Rustle of the leaves, whence the breeze blows
Through ebb’s and tides the river flows
Flutter of wings, dash of color
Mingling hatchlings, what do you mutter?
Alone tree nor the vast forest
An ocean of crested waves nor a humble reservoir
The orb of life rose from east, sets by west
Clarion of day squanders adieu
Echo of a dawning twilight slither
The hymn of nature skips no beats
It’s what you breath not what you perspire
Mountains and valleys forge branches of rivers
It’s what you leave not what you bear
River run deep into the tide of brine
Tree of life worthy of worship and adore
Do not tempt us to be led astray and abhor
By : Sandul Chandradasa
Editorial board SSS 2019
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