Nature

Our mother nature is,
Who shows the way like a sun.
The trees are,
Which makes us feel like a paradise.
The chirping bird again,
Makes us young as a child.
It makes a person feel,
In the hands of loved one.
Nature is priceless,
Like love,
It is a beautiful gadget,
For your child.
God forget us 
We sin for with closed eyes 
Have, what a beautiful scenery 
Is being Destroyed.
Now we Know 
And will make it like a paradise  
For this nature Is only Kohinoor with us.