The Forty First Poem- Nature’s Power

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 Nature’s Power


There’s calmness in nature’s quiet;
The silence whispers volumes of wisdom.
Once one starts to dwell in nature’s delight,
One experiences unparalleled freedom.

Nature’s stillness brings me comfort and peace;
Just looking at the incomparable sight
Turns my anxiety to ease,
And reassures me that I will be alright.

When the world pushes me towards exhaustion,
Nature pulls me back to the greatest solace ever,
And reminds me that slowing down is the golden key to creation;
In that moment, I feel the greatest support ever.

The serenity of nature,
It contains every answer;
Amidst our fast-paced culture,
Nature’s stillness gives me the greatest power.

Nature is my best healer,
Nature is my greatest teacher,
Nature will always be my strongest supporter,
Nature will forever continue to be my most worthy inspirer.

-Jaanvi Veluguleti

Comments

  1. Pratima9 February 2024 at 10:39

    Can't agree more that we are all Empowered✨️ & Nurtured🎊 by Nature.

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  2. Anonymous10 February 2024 at 07:22

    Nature is always the best teacher and medicine

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  3. Madhuri11 February 2024 at 20:47

    Definitely Nature is the best cure for all our physical and and mental problems. Even though it bears the scars of human cruelty,it still heals many of our scars. Can't thank enough 🙏🙏

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