Nature Poem

Even if you destroy the tree, it will be a varaka in the forest waiting to carry you.

Jumping from the top of a mountain does not cause death to waterfalls.

The snow is moving beautifully around the mountains! The mountain lovingly embraces the snow in its mane!

Does the rain baby stop crying after listening to its mother's lullaby...?

The Sun rises bravely in the morning and surrenders under the feet of the Moon in the evening.

An astronaut who continues to cross without fatigue....! Invincible white beauty...! Full and full milk jug...! Moon!

For whom is this sky holding an umbrella here?

I don't know what the sea wave came and hit Arbor too!.. My tears and anxiety were washed away. A Day at the Marina!

To address the beetles...flower mics in every plant..!

Rain is born as a waterfall and moves as a river.

The cloud is conceived! Good rain! The country has prospered! Good time has come!

A round single coin in the midst of millions of silvers… Nila!

Queen Nila walking under the guard of star spear...!!

Water was distributed at everyone's doorstep without paying..

Nila walking in the middle of the sky without a source to inquire about her health...!!!

Who opens the doors of the sun temple in the morning? Who takes a walk in the evening?

Rainwater is an uninvited guest in a poor man's hut.

Rivers run in search of Mother.

Those waves are aggressively rushing to the shore to chase someone away.

Satellite rain sent from the sky to Earth.

Every night there are small holes in the blanket! Stars.

It may bloom during the day, but it blooms at night! Stars.

Just dot the stars! The sky is looking for the moons..! On the new moon day.

A flock of snows sleeps till dawn in the house of greenery.

A breeze if you go to Urasi! Storm if you roar!

The leaves bathed in the rain have not washed their heads yet..!

Let the prevailing wings fly! Let the earth and the wheel be washed!

You will not run to the shore in search of a lover if you tie one leg too, daughter of the waves..!

In the early hours of the morning, Adavana is visible to the eye rather than Lord.

The cloud washes the face, the earth becomes clean. Rain like this.

Mushrooms that catch the umbrella in the summer rains.

The earth became cold after reading the rain poems that the sky had written on the dark cloud paper and thrown away