Summer Morning
The peace of summer morning
Illuminates the weald
And spreads its rays adorning
Deep longings unconcealed.
The merry birds are tweeting
While flying overhead;
The misty night is fleeting
And hails the day ahead.
On beds of fragrant flowers
Small critters slumber on,
Though from their mossy bowers
Fair finches greet the dawn.
The forest’s blossom rallies
In council for advice
On hills and in the valleys:
A blooming paradise.
How peaceful is this setting
Where nothing is amiss,
Where verdure helps forgetting
Distress and its abyss!
The only creature missing
This charming scene is man,
Though earth and sky are kissing
Upon the mountains’ span.
While he may deem that reason
Is life’s most dazzling feat,
There is no day or season
When nature’s not complete.
To praise her though he pleases,
Proud man is never mild
If his ambition seizes
The riches of the wild.
The trees lie undefended
From lawlessness and greed
When care is not extended
To Mother Nature’s need.
When woods are decimated
And all their treasures lost,
Who else but man is fated
To bear this heavy cost?
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
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