Nature's Lap, a Poem by Rajeshri Senapati Gogoi

Where the concrete ends and the soft grass starts,
Nature opens her arms to our heavy hearts.
A canopy woven in emerald and jade,
Offers a sanctuary, a cool, dappled shade.
​The whispers of pine trees, a low, ancient hum,
Inviting the weary and restless to come.
Beneath the vast ceiling of azure and white,
The shadows of morning dance into the light.
​A silver-tongued creek over pebbles will play,
Washing the dust of the city away.
The fragrance of petrichor, deep and so sweet,
Rises to welcome our wandering feet.
​No clocks mark the rhythm, no sirens intrude,
In this temple of silence and soft solitude.
The mountains stand sentry, rugged and steep,
Guarding the secrets the valley will keep.
​We lean on the cedar, we rest by the fern,
To the basics of breathing we slowly return.
The pulse of the planet, a steady, calm beat,
Provides us a refuge from worry and heat.
​With wildflowers blooming in chaotic grace,
Time slows its frantic and feverish pace.
In the cradle of earth, where the wild spirits roam,
The soul finds its footing and finally feels home.

- Rajeshri Senapati Gogoi 
Dibrugarh, Assam, India