The divine secret

An eerie silence
reverberates the unique difference
of the hard rocks expressing their might
over the curved river reflecting the mild light
fighting its way through the toes of the stones
unyielding to the vain tickling of the brook
or the high falling water exerting force
Alas!The rock still stands,
the river unable to coerce,
wavers defeated in the war for space
to move strong rivals covered in haze
The depressed river still flows undisturbed
conveying to the flower bed
which resting upon the prickly bushes
lazily listens to the water's low hushes
and at its own leisure blooms the message,
A secret beyond man's intellect
a secret that has eluded his technical mind
From the day his sixth sense worked
he refuses to hear this message
that echoes in the hills rustles in the river
flowers on the bush and resounds everywhere
the divine secret of un-spoilt nature.