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Poetry, Nature, and Beauty
In the vast lands where the spirit finds freedom
Where the mind can, its deep caves,fathom
Down by the tall rocks that go up into heavens
Flowers in row, with dewy beads,are woven
Here the spirit can stream like deep river
And the heart can throb better than ever
The eye can fill its orb with life's beauties
And the ear to hear the elements' ditties
Nature's music chimes with forms that vary
And shades of paints fit the smell that carry
Shapes round or long, tall and some smart
And other odd shapes looking strange, apart
In the up lands known as little mountain
Nature speaks in the talking fountain
Hollow rocks hold the nectar of rains
In the late night, has been quietly fallin'
While man sleeping; nature starts weaving
A poetic land, stringed with God's giving
Dawn breaks, with pearly tears, up coming
Joy in the air, beauty of Earth, i'm in Heaven !
Published 22nd Dec 2022
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22nd Dec 2022 8:48pm
Nice one. I remember during the clampdown, when the streets were quiet and you were allowed out for exercise? For me that meant sitting down somewhere hidden. No engines, planes, or other man made racket allowed yourself the chance to really listen to nature. Fantastic! How quickly those Halcyon days have passed.
Enjoyed your piece. Magic!
Dan
Enjoyed your piece. Magic!
Dan
