Journey to the eternity

We are lovers of mountains and streams In beauty, we imitate and scatter the seeds Beauty of the soul makes the soil fertile  Purity begets beauty, In purity, we seek! We are wonderers of nature & Her plans Limited we know, either Her or our self Few seeds sprout, of many, choice or chance; Know not, whether all those that sprouts, yet grow? We bind not, with the expectations. We wield not, pangs of attachments. We wean not, weary of bigotry or hate. We let the creepers grow, but not to cripple us! We learnt we are not perfect, not sincere; We wasted many words, instead of practice; We look at Mother Nature, in awe for help; In love, she gives life & death, choices eternal!