Nature Speaks Poesy

Nature Speaks Poetry

            Flavoured with the softest zephyr, soaked into the finest dew,, served in flowered cup of the time,
spring comes to life again, waddling in the fields, dancing with growing greens bending its shoulder
to nod assent to every willing poet.....i come entranced to bow silently to this celestial eternity,
try to pour my heart, my feelings like a liquid love into honeyed words.

i am enchanted, ever again and more inebriated,,, the perfume souvenirs come alive,
with every daisy blooming; with every beak chirping, with every hill billowing,
with varied hues of spring palette.Time is eternity and i am sailing into vernal immortality...

The hour is sacred, here again, the resort of the self that has lost its compass, here is the haven...
over the mountain, under the heavens and between the trees, the pines are so cosy,
with a tender foliage and a blue velvet shadow, shades are bird nests warmly
held between the branches,,,,

So, i can now send a song to the hearts, pray the sky to lengthen the moment
and seek my words scattered in every inch of nature.................it is April
and the weather is mild, meek and the breeze no more, no less harmful,
but rather a child's touch on your chick......

Giveback the kiss on this tender hand and fill it with the most precious gifts that nature has gifted you....
i do not have to be a poet; ignorance is a blessing, a stroller, a rambler, an admirer,
a nature lover..not a native speaker, but a nature faithful devotee.I seek no definition to kill the genuine notion,
it is perfectly defined in its authentically original existence, in its simplicity and spontaneity...

Nature is ink to whoever willing to dip his pen and give due worth to it, in poetry and prose.
to whom whose heart is filled with God's mercy to all humanity kind...

https://youtu.be/Vz2EMmEo1Pw?t=493