The weather is now cool
Moon is using His tool
Sleeping now is a fool
How can joy he pool?
The Sky is now dark
Stars give fine spark
Closed now is the park
Ignorant dogs bark
The leaves superbly glitter
I feel unimaginably better
Nature is a sacred matter
Now a prayer my lips utter
Shape of the Moon is immaterial
Moon proves providence is real
To meditate now the time is ideal
Via mantras to the Almighty I dial
The dark Sky soothes my eyes
A Divine mirth comes to surprise
My character God will appraise
Promptly Heaven He will apprise.
Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-nature-my-godly-teacher/
