Analysis of Nature acts me like friend.

Nature acts me like friend.

I hear the murmuring sound of rivulet
which is running down.
I hear sighing of mountain trees
as if they mourn.
A rose tells me good love story.
When it is fully grown.
The nip in the air ushers me,
over of exhausted summer very soon.
The fragrance of air,
let me know, spring will start anon.
When sky is tinged with yellow,
it tells me start of a fresh morn.
So nature acts me like friend,
not any man or woman.