Beauty Of Nature Poems - Poems about Beauty Of Nature

The question remains Entangled, refrained Of earth and sky Resting on the edge Of due or die And then I see you Sitting so quaint A peaceful mention A wandering eye Twining each branch Climbing high To catch your every promise Your words so eloquently and refined Oh this wind struck passion Blowing free upon the morning light If but to find a chance I dream a dream Of you...

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The question remains Entangled, refrained Of earth and sky Resting on the edge Of due or die And then I see you Sitting so quaint A peaceful mention A wandering eye Twining each branch Climbing high To catch your every promise Your words so eloquently and refined Oh this wind struck passion Blowing free upon the morning light If but to find a chance I dream a dream Of you...

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canterbury bells so delicate and pleasant white, blue, lavender … ...

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long tree limbs stretching over gurgling brook flowing minnows are dashing I sit on the bank observing nature’s beauty a calming moment ...

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The water from the blow hole spewed. It’s hard to believe what then ensued. With his powerful tail and massive speed, The great humpback whale’s breaching was awesome to see. ...

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I love to see the wild flowers, How they blossom and bloom, I could watch them for hours. Each and every one is unique, Leaves of green, Petals so delicate, Gently swaying and dance in the breeze, Soft whispers can be heard, Surrounded by woodlands and beautiful trees. Wild flowers appearing, Brightening up dull areas, everywhere, They...

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A frigid spell of arctic air adorns the tranquil western scene; a stunning glimpse of fall’s affair with spring’s vivacious flower queen. When autumn’s cooling wind combines with April's warming playful breeze, a whirling tempest paints designs on grounds of winter’s icy freeze. On sculptured hills of milky snows October's tepid finger strolls, and May's...

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The dying sun gives birth to the night, the stars glittering with their eternal light. In the north a glow, a living rainbow, moving, shifting, an incredible show. Leaping and dancing in the ebony sky with a life all its own, beauty alive. Like flames of a fire, a celestial pyre, flickering, shifting, and reaching ever higher. The Master’s artistry in the heavens,...

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Bird, sat high, on elm tree, gaily chortling, to himself in joy, bringing merry tidings, uplifting my fevered soul, and raising it to heaven's heights. The sun was shining in the far East, with an inviting ebullient brilliance. From winter freeze to summer's steady warmth, I stepped out to bask in bright sunshine. How like a bird, I yearn to soar, singing in ' full throated...

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Sly low tide sneaks up to smooch the smooth shore that holds old footsteps left behind us and lends itself to sand castles standing guard until high tide plovers dart on fleet feet across sodden sands spindle-legged girls hunt conch shells — starfish found! Blue waters glistening aqua appeal — white horse sea-magic spindrift manes rise from crests awakened from lowest ebb high tide arrives on thunder...

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Like tufts of cotton colored red and rosy And scattered through the baby sky at light Eve’, twilight clouds are whirling around the white moon, orbiting their spoke, all lush and lazy; Or strands of cloth sent fluttering a’mosey through late afternoon drowsying near night, and circling about, like crimson kites in flight, a beaming moon, swirling afloat and hazy; The heavens,...

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Clear at the edges, I can see every ripple of sand on the bed of the ocean as I swim. Towards the centre of the beach the sea becomes opaque, The sand churned up by the waves and the greater depth obscuring the bottom. Then, as I reach the far end of the bay it becomes clear again: Small...

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Abundance of daisies, Delicate white petals, Leaves of green, A meadow, so beautiful, A joy to be seen. Star shaped white faces, Gently swaying in the breeze, They appear everywhere, In fields and amongst trees. The joy of nature. Wild and wonderful, So graceful and silent, Daisies so delicate and small, A field full of daisies, Such a lovely...

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It was only a sprig of red berries poking through a mantle of snow. But something in their quiet defiance— so small, so sure, so bold— stopped me in rushing mid-stride, as if beauty had broken some sealed place inside me, and light, unbidden, had found a way in. The world went quiet around me except for the whispered ticking of snow melting on my coat. The berries...

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