Paradise..

Sprinkles of rain drops
The clouds hovering around,
A gush of cold wind,
and birds making sound.
The jungle becomes alive,
And grasses turn green,
Flowers start blooming,
the beauty so unseen .
The smell of wet soil,
And rivers singing music,
The calmness of trees,
The earth acts so mystic,
Sometimes I wonder,
Do Gods really live in skies?
People say its nature,
I call this a Paradise .!!