I climbed up the stairs; saw a place with peace,

I perched there, it was all good.

I felt the aura, the air,

I heard the birds singing,

They were never less than a Mozart.

I was able to hear nature speaking to me,

The panorama is ineffable.

I was on cloud-nine, experiencing this.

See now I, what my own mankind is extirpating,

Feel I sorry,

Feel I guilty, and

I feel pity, on me and my fellow humans.

Nature isn’t a gift, it is a blessing, I realized.

Hope, you realize.

Felt I like writing a poem about this,

Then I realised, nature like this cannot be put to words.

I miss my nature no less than my mother.

This isn’t a poem,

This is just a solemn message.

– $@$ Anand Shugor $@$