We can reach the moon and back
Find the sustenance on any planet
Rule the world.
What we can never do is
Hold the sceptre over Mother Nature,
Paint the nature in its pristine glory.
Beyond human prowess and imagination.
To be drawn and painted,
With charcoal or colours,
on a canvas, man made.
No aesthetician can capture the essence of natural beauty.
Sometimes, we just need to be humble,
Bow down, be in awe of this untouched power,
That appeals the divine in you.