Let's nourish our Soul

 When your death takes its toll

All the money you made

will never buy back your soul

So let's nourish our soul

Revel in joyful songs of the birds

Through the trees, the wind whispers

Stop, feel and listen to what it is saying

There is a message in everything

Be it the roar of the ocean' waves

Or

the bubbling sound the brook makes

Birds tell us to spread the wings

have no fear of falling, and start flapping.

Ocean says, "while storms may come

but never lasts. 

It's the calm waters that will always triumph"

When your death takes its toll

All the money you made

will never buy back your soul

So let's nourish our soul

Trees whisper, " I can teach you something.

the art of adapting and regenerating

the beautiful art of self healing"

Brook joins the conversation

flows through the fields, meadows and joins the ocean.

It says, "Man, you take birth,grow old and vanish

but my presence will never diminish."

When your death takes its toll

All the money you made

will never buy back your soul

So let's nourish our soul

© Priya Jain