The woods - a poem
The woods - my muse, inspiring songs of love beauty and dreams
Nature in all her beauty fills us with peace. It is heaven on earth to be in the woods, among the flowering trees, brightly colored canopies. The birds, the bees, the squirrels and other creatures of the woods seem to speak the language of peace and harmony. The colors, the sights and the sounds of the woods are enough to make this earth seem like heaven with its peace and serenity. In the busyness of city life, just closing your eyes and bringing this picture of nature to your mind is enough to calm your frazzled nerves.
As I lie down on the carpets of flowers that is spread out by nature, she becomes my muse and inspiration seems to flood my mind, with songs of love, of beauty and peace. What more could I want?..This is Heaven on Earth indeed. As for me I just want to go back again and again to taken in the sights, smells and listen to the voice of nature... I am sure you would like to join me in my journey...
A colorful shower of the falling leaves,
A sight breathtaking to behold;
A harbinger of tenderness,
That is to sprout, in green, yellow and gold.
Sifting the rays with its verdant canopy
While shimmering in the sun,
Playing, swinging and swaying around,
Until, shadows can be found.
Filtering out the grime and dust,
Spreading sweetness all around,
Home to every flying bird,
And, echoing their sweetest sounds.
Play poles are the tallest trees
To every squirrel striped and grey,
Indulgently spreading out their trapeze
For them to leap around in play!
Fluttering sounds and flapping wings,
Of parrots, koels, mynahs and bees;
The sound of silence in the woods,
Speaking the language of peace!
Emerald, jade and shimmering leaves
Now give way to bud and bloom:
Yellow, orange, red and white
Purple, pink and hyacinth light!
A carpet of flowers
Mornings make for carpets soft,
And scintillating sights!
Birthing dreams, poems and love songs
From the heart that is so light!
Oh, my own little woods,
My nook of peace, quiet thought and solace;
Far as I am, I just close my eyes
And there you are in my mind!
My treasure trove of pleasant smells and sights
Nostalgic memories so tranquil,
I wait for the day that I can come back,
And once again experience this thrill!
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