When the moon is unable to see her completely,
Once in a while it pops out as a full moon.
After which it will feel shy and reduce its visibility,
So her glow can shine better.
When the oceans do not touch her often,
In anger, they emerge as a tsunami.
After which they become calm,
So she can live peacefully.
When the winds fail to smell her aroma,
In a hurry they form as a tornado.
After which they go mild,
So she can breathe properly.
When the sun and moon decide who'll embrace her,
They fight so much that they cause an eclipse.
After both have comforted her, they part
So she can enjoy her day and night.
When the clouds are unable to feel her warmth,
They collide with each other to pour as rain.
After quenching their thirst for her, they evaporate,
So she can see nature afresh.
When the fire wants to give her the warmth,
They fight through the earth, to erupt as a volcano.
Afterward, they turn ashes but remain strong,
So she won’t get harmed in their fire.
Luckily, the planets are far off from Earth,
And it is a small place to occupy the whole universe.
She sure causes havoc in nature,
Such is her grace, pure and true.
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**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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