Nature Is Canvas Painting Of Almighty

Poem By KAVIN CHARALAN

Heart is book of poetry
Nature is canvas painting of Almighty
Dancing flowers are players in the theater of beauty
Flying birds and running animals are earth's natural company
Human beings are God's highest development
because they have the sixth one called brain!
God reposed the responsibility of nature in the hands of human beings
Now they have the discretion of protecting or destroying it
Either they write a poetry of heart
or create a destructive bloody history
lo that is pity!

Comments about Nature Is Canvas Painting Of Almighty

Nature is true canvas of God!
A fine and lofty verse insightfully conceived in persuasive expressions with conviction. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing. Remain enriched...
A fine and lofty verse insightfully conceived in persuasive expressions with conviction. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing. Remain enriched.
Heart is book of poetry Nature is canvas painting of Almighty Dancing flowers are players in the theater of beauty __A wonderful poem about beauty of nature ., thanks for sharing.Congratulations for being selected Poem of the Day!
Human beings.... have the discretion of protecting or destroying it Either they write a poetry of heart or create a destructive history.... /.... Yes, they have two ways before them- constructive or destructive. The choice is theirs- they want the longevity of mankind or they want to perish for ever. Thanks for sharing.


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