Still you sound to make an illusion…
Still the sound of past awakens me…,
Into an undaunted spirit.
God’s most beautiful creation…
Time stands still with you.

First time ever I saw,
mesmerized with awe;
heart pumping moments,
whispering forests, misty lakes;
withering away trivial issues.

Alas during those untimely spring rains
a virus spreads around our pathways,
when theater closes and travel ends
and Grocery stores display their empty rows
amidst ever increasing foes.

Huddled inside a room with books
watching nature passing every nooks,
amidst trees shedding their leaves
leaving lungs in wheezing distress
as it prepares to clear its mess..

Nice poem .

Thank you

heart touching lines