We are all souls united by a singular vision.

I am deeply moved to know you planted saplings and your sweee child will inherit this precious gift. I have a forest in my backyard…so no planting required by me…Mother Nature performed her miracles as always! I just sit and watch the talking trees, the beautiful wild hare, foxes, blue birds, insects and all my friends doing their thing! To see them live……….makes one want to breathe again and give something back to Nature! Keep writing dear friend….I have shown your article to all my family members……they are in love with it!

All the best…….prayers for your Saplings and your child!

Peace,
Ansul

I had written a poem for our planet some days ago, and posted it on my website. Sharing it with all of you here.

May we all succeed in saving this precious gift- Our Blue Gem.

Love and cherish all your work guys!

Pandora’s Kindness
( An Ode to our Dying Planet)

I sit speechless on ancient pyre,
Soul cooled by pagan choir,
On charcoal grass my head rolls,
Bemoaning to a tireless shore.

Is this where Pandora napped?
Until her peaceful dreams were snapped!

A broken world, a tyrant born, a hectic storm.

The human core, by gibberish powered,
Devised insane, scribed in glow-tablets,
Naïve, her pranks deemed disquieting,
But who be the judge, this mortal court?

Sewing huge patches into sky,
A bandaged day, a stapled night.

Sanity awake in prayers,
Life draws dark circles in air,
And the sun seems fatigued,
Thirsty, lost in the azure mirage,
Where each death we endure,
The pangs of her woe.

The lullaby is discordant,
When can it lull?
When she is no longer napping,
But trying to undo her kindness,
The world showed no trust,
So now she must turn to the tideless shore,
To seek that peaceful dream once more.

The fish-eye is dulled by oily frivolousness,
Silvery scaly sands, odors have sharpened,
Nonchalantly she tramples,
Over wasted efforts,
To create a world of usefulness.

Alas! But who was kinder?
We, who could have regained lost oceans,
Yet brewed pestilence, skeletons of worthiness,
Glorified kings of nothingness,
Wearing coats of ‘nobleness’?

After all….we should have left her napping.