The monsoon

The days move so fast. Each day begins and ends in no time. There is hardly anytime we have for looking at the nature and appretiating its beauty.
Isnt the green grass, the bright yellow flowers and the muddy water in a puddle on the road so much lovely.


I remember a poem here--
Due Drops Due Drops
Due Drops on the leaves
Due Drops Due Drops
Due Drops on the flowers
Due Drops Due Drops
with you and me
Due Drops sent by the heaven.