The poet says, “O God, how much beauty is scattered in this natural world.” There is sunshine somewhere on the hilltops and in the valleys, and somewhere there is shadow. The grasses are thrilled by the touch of the wind. The sound of murmuring caused by the movement of leaves in the forest every day due to the blowing of the wind appears like sweet music. The beauty of flowers gives coolness to the eyes. Swarms of bumblebees are humming and drinking nectar from buds, and butterflies are flying. Somewhere far away, the cuckoo is singing melodiously among the dense trees.

In the soft rays of the sun, the shadows are falling on the tall palms and are stable. The golden rays of the sun greet these mountain peaks first. In the evening here in the people less forests, she secretly sleeps after doing evening prayer. Countless stars and the moon look like mirrors in the night sky. It is here that the scented air sleeping on the shoulders of the mountains wakes up. This blossoming beauty fascinates the mind. What wonderful quirks are there in the life of the mountain region? Birds eat the fruit, and squirrels keep munching on the tender fruit. The animals living in the forest seem happy in this turquoise courtyard.

God, I remember the human world at such moments. So much beauty is scattered in the inert world. What is the reason that worries and struggles permeate the life of an intelligent man every day? We have to re-analyze human nature. Why is man, the representative of God on earth, leading such a cursed life? It seems he is confined by his petty ego. has become self-centered. The whole Vasudha is one family; such a concept has disappeared from his mind.