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Byron said, “I love not man the less but nature more”.
The poets are the lovers of nature. The countless objects of nature or things of beauty that are a joy forever. God is the Artist and nature is His art.
“The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament showeth His handiwork” – Bible
The mountains and the oceans the sky and the sea, the sun the moon and the stars, the flowers, and the meadows, the chirping of the birds and the music of the waters–all these possess an unearthly beauty. Anyone who is blind to such beauties of nature and deaf to her music must be dead in soul. The visible shapes of nature, her sights and sounds speak to the poets the language of love and beauty.
William Wordsworth the greatest poet of nature says, “my heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky”.
The beauties of Kashmir beggar description. The clear cool waters, the gentle breezes, the coiling rivers, the bubbling springs, the freshwater lakes and the snow-clad mountains of Kashmir are very charming indeed. While praising the beauty of Kashmir a poet has aptly said:
“Hail! Paradise of endless pleasures!
Hail! Beautiful and beloved Kashmir.”
Baron loved the stormy ocean and called it the Image of God and the Throne of the Almighty. The waves of ocean Sing the divine music. When the full moon sketches her silvery beams and shines on the earth, there is a commotion in the sea and mountainous tides rise high as if to touch the moon. The moon is a pale maiden and the ocean is her lover. The moonlit nights are the image of beauty. And in the dark nights, the stars shine like sleepless sentinels (watchmen) of the night. Byron said, “Ye stars! Which are the poetry of heaven.”
The snow-clad mountains with the neighbor, with the sky, are the greatest sight. Torrential rains wash them, white snow falls on their forehead, the breezes and storm blow Cross them. Nature has been very generous to both Kashmir and Switzerland. In springtime there, Meadows are gay with the lowest flowers and streams sleep and dance merrily as they flow down their valleys.
Painters make pictures of the grassy fields, streams, and flowering trees. Those works of art are sold at high prices. But come out! Here are the beauteous sights of nature, more beautiful than any painting, which is, after all, imitation. Nature is the best painter in technicolor. The beauty of the sunset beggars description. And dawn has inspired the poets to write poetry that moves the words of millions.
The butterfly with its silken wings flits from flower to flower. At night the glow worm lights its lamp among the flowers and grass. The nightingale pours about her heart in sweet, sad music, while the skylark sings ecstatic lyrics. Nature is love, nature is beauty, nature is joy.