88th inspirational challenge - My beloved who lends me her hand

a poem by Nishu Mathur, India

Be it the sun rising or it setting
Be it dawn, dusk or twilight
Be it a blue sky or sombre grey
Be it night or a luminous day.

Midst the baobab and the bakula
The rain fed rivers that tumble and flow
Beneath a cloud burst or arc of colours
On a spread of green or bed of snow
Beside stoic trees; flowers that dance
I find a nook, a comforting place
Where thrives peace and tranquility
Where I breathe in and find solace.

High above in the endless sky
On grassy plains, on the sprawling land
In the blues and silvers of streams
I find her presence - Nature's hand.

She lifts my spirits when I am low
And stays with me wherever I go

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