There I see God...

There flows a brook,
That ever remains so stately in bliss
For all, no human life ever cares to look,
So gentle, it shaped itself to kiss
Those mountains ever that stood far so romantic
In its gesture, far so magnanimous
In its virtue, far so gigantic
In its posture, She remained anonymous.
Fragrance of her lips mingled
Among those forest
The calmness of her eyes sprinkled
Beyond those eternal garden that ever manifest
Those angelic sparkles ever meant to twinkle
They all, stood so romantic far away from evil clutches of human
So in elegant dance, they all were littered
By mother nature, with compassion confluence in common.
I do never perceive god in those any human's temples
Rather, I do see it here divinity's meaning at last in these rocks
That ever speaks honesty even in their pebbles
So romantically, So blissfully every quantum of nature mocks
At me, forever asking me irresolute questions about mortality...
Of my petty human cosmopolitan life, I had ever incurred.