Time moves on, seasons change,
Just realized climbing the mountain range
The white peaks of mountains tall,
Hear the smoky cloud’s thunder call.
The trees play with the nature’s brushes,
From green, yellow and crimson blushes.
I can see the prints of hoofs down the trail,
Moved on to the places safe with the season change.
It is all the nature’s change from the mountain range…
© 2012 Pimmi Nag