Nature’s Little Magic Tricks
We feel so surprised and thrilled,
When a magician brings back a woman, he just killed.
And when he takes out a rabbit, from an empty hat,
We just adore him and our senses lay flat.
Why then are we not amazed!?
To the magic, which we have always gazed.
For, even if they are not, what every theatre picks.
But they are still, ‘nature’s little magic tricks.’
The sun rises every morning, from the east as they say.
And touches almost everything, with its each single ray.
To the other end it reaches by travelling all day.
And after slowly descending, it finally sinks in the bay.
A little seed which we see fallen around.
If picked by somebody and sown in the ground.
Would eventually come out, grow and become a tree.
But we’ll not even wink our eye, at this strange mystery.
Is it not unfair to the poor nature’s magic show?
For no one ever applauds for it,
neither friend nor foe.
And when nature’s shows its strangest magic.
Which, called death, is less amusing and more tragic.
Everyone starts hating nature, thinking it of no worth.
Not realizing, that they never loved it,
on or after their birth.