Nature Poems
There is a lake
There is a lake Where life is still Surrounded by Several large hills There's no gale just a breathless wind Bright blue sky A mirrored lake The sun keeps line As the lake does shine I sit in comfort relaxed and calm My eyes wide open,A sight to see The lake reflects my soul All my love,All my goals No shadows here,Clear the truth A lake with wonders,With peace and calm
Different reasons
See the reasons For different seasons Clouds can be tame Soothe or maim The winter snow Cold it flows The spring it sings New nature brings Life in growth Bread and loaf A summer to play Asleep on hay Autumn to reap Food grows steep Leaves that fall Straw golden and tall
The race
Betting tout Scream and shout Horse to race Fastening pace Weather right Clued to sight Tick a book Hope for luck Money a sin Need to win The thoroughbred Wins by head
Butterfly Part 7
Pure white,The cabbage butterfly With white angel wings Floating the breeze As the faint wind hums and sings In glory and triumph On the breathe of the wind Feeling the soft tune With a rhythm and sway A heart fleeting melody Captures and holds the wind Pure white in grace With gods hymns we sing pure white is perched,feeling the warmth of the day So goodbye,To pure white,Please come back,Another day,
Butterfly Part 6
Pure white,I feel for you,In grace and wonder My thoughts begin to roam,pure white,Do you recognise my light My soul is warm,No shadow is cast Does pure think am just a stone mast Pure white,so still,for ten minutes or more Am rigid,my movement is stillness,Am holding my breath But i have to let go, it is So relaxed The day is full of warmth from the sun My eyes do watch,Now strain for a rest A second look at the cap of my shoe, Pure white has disappeared,vanished from sight I feel a slight sadness,but it's a gracious day So pure white had things to do,He had fluttered away,
Butterfly Part 5
The leaves seem to dance,In the gentle blow A soft beautiful melody,A orchestral sound Pure white,how much love does he feel' Floating across the field,A playground of fun My eyes still,but follow,Pure whites every move He draws close,As still as a rock,I do sit Pure white circles and weaves, His wings flutter a tune,As he sweeps around my body Dancing around my head,My eyes circle,As i follow My happiness lifts ,my mood and energy rises My day has turned bright,There is warmth in the sun Pure white circling my feet,Landing on the cap of my shoe
Butterfly Part 4
Pure white,Is the adventurous type He flutters on the rim of a nest My heart flows fast for him,My eyes are showing fear But lucky for pure white,The bird is not there Pure white,He strays into the nest, And lands upon an egg, The description,I can't see It's too high,The top of the tree i hold my breath i hope the bird stays clear On the waves of the air,Pure white he appears Slowly circling and spiralling down Caught on the breaths of the air And the leaves of the trees twitch,On the slow breathe of the breeze
Whispers of Nature
Whispers of Nature - Mujahidul islam The morning sun paints gold upon the sky, While silver clouds go drifting softly by. The river sings beneath the emerald trees, And flowers dance gently with the breeze. The moonlight rests upon the sleeping earth, And stars reveal the night’s eternal worth. In nature’s heart, the world feels calm and true— A timeless dream beneath the endless blue.
Butterfly part 3
Moving in circles,Then spiralling around A smile on my face,The magic is with you Like a spell,That has been cast My thoughts feel like waves,AS my eyes follow you Pure white,I think,Whats on your mind Is everyday to you,So thoughtful and kind Are you always at peace Do you ever take a rest You seem to be busy,I feel you are blessed Pure white spirals up,On the warmth of the breeze He lands on a leaf,At the top of a beach tree The leaf sways,A little to the right then to the left
The Knees of a Wallaby
Rocks have a reason, rain has one too. Ants control the largest armies, roots know what to do. The shell of a snail, becomes food for the trees. Even the knees of a wallaby have a reason, you see. A savannah full of cats, all on the prowl. The cold blue of June, when wolves come out to howl. Everything has a reason. But you? You come from the stars. You have a purpose.