Nature

You hear the rippling of water, so smoothly it flows.
The beat of a butterflie's wings, swish, swish, swish.
You find the beauty of nature,
those beautiful sounds you nicely hear.
But when you go to the city,
where you can only hear the crowd,
You'll miss the sound of nature, and
you'll wish you are home again.

a poem by Hrishika Basava