Nothing left I was thinking about the poetries of Wordsworth Describing the beauty of nature and its growth Those words were perfectly spun To define the existence of daffodils bunch His poetries were unique and rare As he noticed the natural beauty about which someone merely cares And now it seems that we will not be getting such poetries anymore Not because someone merely notices nature Its because there's nothing left to write about About what should we write?? Those ashes left after the forest fires Or dying forest covers on thirsty lands #poetry #amazon #nature #life #naturalbeauty
