The Song Of The Ferns Poem by Manjeshwari P MYSORE

Amidst the sound of the gushing breeze
Listen to the song of the ferns
Hearing an unheard tune will please
The rhythm is soft, twists and turns

Coiled green fronds cover terrains
Just leaves, no seeds or flowers
From Deserts to far-off Mountains
Growing on Rocks, Fields and Rivers

Maintaining the beauty of the forest
The humble ferns swing and sway all day
Every frond unrolls to be a leaf lest
They are unchanged since ages, till today

Evergreen, playful and wonderful
We learn to be content and blissful.