# There Is No Charge...

Poem By Mamta Agarwal

Generosity of the earth,
For whatever its worth.

There is no charge

The fragrance of flowers,
At any time and hour.

There is no charge

The shade of a beckoning tree,
Offering shelter to a refugee.

There is no charge

The birds early morning orchestra,
Uplifting like chanting a mantra.

There is no charge

Motherly caress of the gentle breeze,
So soothing, stress is released.

There is no charge

Days and nights,
Nature’s cues to sleep and rise.

There is no charge

Watching the ebb and flow of ocean tide,
As the Sun sets and goes to hide.

There is no charge

did you say everything is expensive,
how can any one be happy.

What if nature gave you a whack
And tried to teach you what is lack.
Can you handle her balance sheet?
Indignant, you’ll scream, you cheat, you cheat.

Comments about # There Is No Charge...

The generosity of the Creator who sends His rain on the just and the unjust. And tends His wildflowers in the fields and along the roadsides for the benefit of all. Wonderful poem.10 without hesitation. Love, Sandra
a good write...the idea behind, is well brought out...10
Yes Gods bounties are tremendous no charge at all---but we are the lousy ones who set that 'charge' on all. +++10 as always love anju

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