b'And finallyAs we look to the beginning of a new term, a new academic year, and a new season, Prakul Rohila in Year 8 shares some poetic thoughts on the ever-turning year.THE RHYTHM OF NATUREInspired by To Autumn by John KeatsBig, blue sky, ceiling high, with whispers on the breeze,The sun, a jealous fiery eye, chases shadows in the trees.Green fields and rivers flowing, life sings a happy song,Flowers bloom, a sweet perfume, where nature hums along.Oceans heart, a steady drum, beats soothingly so deep,Waves crash loud, then softly hum, secrets the ocean keeps.With all their might, our minds take flight, like birds without a cage,We paint the clouds, and dance along, on natures open stage,The mountains stand, centuries old, with stories etched in stone,Their peaks like crowns of frosted ice, where eagles fly alone.Wild winds sing and howl, a chorus strong and free,A secret treasure nature keeps, for only free hearts to see.The wings of freedom take off and fly, into the fiery prism,And everything is in tune with natures steady rhythm.The land was tranquil, and the sea was calm,The sky was peaceful, like a heavenly realm.The wild gusts blew through the clouds,Singing to the beats, out and aloud.They danced to the east and moved to the west,They kept going, but never did they rest.Prakul Rohila, Year 867'