poem

under the moonlit sky.. flows the river..wave like ripples glissening..whishpering to the shadows..cast by overhanging reeds..gently dancing with the breeze..silence,, solitude reigning..nature has its way of gifting..thinking inward eye..spirit of self lifting..peace,harmony gained,never to be lost again..no riches nor shining gold, can match,joy one feels in the midst of nature, offerring such scenic beauties..for the beholder to see every where .any where untouched by greedy hands on gains,losses tossing in between .. mankind has lost its mind going head over heelsgreed becoming need .. bmss