Best Naturefriend Poems
My Friend Pine Tree
Away, quite away from my nearby Allen Forest
One day I was moving on a hill top
On a Himalayan mountain hill
I found myself standing
Before a beautiful and majestic Pine tree
The tree was tall and beautiful
The wind was blowing, its sprigs and leaves
As if, a flute blower was playing with its flute
The Pine tree was swinging and singing
Creating a melody of its own
I too got lost to watch and hear that music
And felt as if, the tree wanted to speak with me
I gently touched the tree and felt its thrills
A sensation ran through my spine and body
I found that the Pine tree was singing in joy
The breeze was full of drizzling and the hanging clouds
Were touching and embracing the hill top tree
While the sky was flashing a brilliant light
And I was charmed by that magical yellow light
Coming from a slice of the clouds, hovering on another hill
And showering on the Pine tree and on every thing all around
Every things including me was taking a bath
In the rains of that magical defusing light sublime
I again felt a sweet sensation running my spine
When a sprig of Pine tree touched my fingers
As if, it was trying to shake my hand with pleasure
To show how happy was the Pine tree
To find a friend in such a weather sublime
Overwhelm by the sensations of pleasure I felt
While standing before the Pine tree and beholding
To dance and sing with the tree in those moments
To celebrate the treasure of joy, it had given to me
And remained in an state of ecstasy till I saw
What humans have done with other Pine trees
Which I saw on the other side of the hill
The trees here were brutally cut and slain
To get the resin from the trunks of every pine tree
I saw them crying and weeping with agonies
And their was no music and joy in their thrilling
Although the wind was touching them here also
But I could not behold my friend Pine tree
In that state of agony any more.
Ravindra
Kanpur. India 01st December 2009
The aromatic smell of coffee
permeates the air.
With two cups in hand,
onto the deck, to share
the sun, the view, the coffee
with a friend of mine.
Nature to behold
on a Sunday morning fine,
Spring is now upon us,
best season of the year.
Heaven is in the sharing
with a friend so dear.
Summer is too hot
and Winter is much too cold
but Springtime on the island
is glorious to behold.
Vanilla hazelnut coffee
is the perfect start to a day
on a beautiful morning
in the Springtime month of May.
My Friend out Back
My friend out back I envy thee, for what is known within your rings. I will never see.
We met when I first swung from and climbed amongst your branches,
You got to know me as I stole my first kiss in the midst of your silhouette,
We became friends as I lay next to you reading books, contemplating life.
As I laid beneath you, in reflection, your shade expresses your affection.
As Spring brought its gentle breeze and the scent of life renewed,
Coxing the flowers to bloom and the birds sing, we share in the Earths laughter,
With the days ending chapter stars fill the sky to wink at us once more,
I blush at their magnificence and smile back; do take pleasure in them,
For there’re not there to make us feel insignificant nor small,
They are our ancestors; we are made from the same dust after all.
My friend, from seed to casting grand shadow, I don’t think we are so different,
Do our roots not come from seeds felled from branches long ago?
Do you shed leaves in winter, as I shed tears from winters of friends lost?
Does our bark not thickened from the coldness of days gone by?
Will we not give shade to all living things seeking our compassion?
Do your branches not bear fruit to show your love, as I bear the fruit of my heart for the ones I love?
Does your strength not lie within your trunk, as my strength lies within mine?
When You exhale I breathe, when I exhale You breathe,
Does not Nature connect all things?
Time the great lender, the debt must be paid, one day all will wither away,
True, you will stand longer than I,
Now much older, I will sit and watch my children as they swing and climbed amongst your branches,
They are too young yet to know, the shade a true friend can bring.
So cast your shadow of compassion upon them, so one day they will know.
My friend out back,
A place to echo memories and learn what nature knows.
A Loving Friend I Hold Quite Dear
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
A loving friend I hold quite dear.
In my heart remains always near.
If oceans, seas, or mountain streams
Should hear us shout our primal screams.
It’s because we select peace received.
Instead of shackles by mankind conceived.
We cherish friendship more than gold.
For gold too soon is spent on things
But friendship will forever hold.
And trust without end in kindness laid,
Builds reliance from which our alliance will not stray.
Adventure converges upon our two hearts.
And exploration becomes realities’ delight.
Two old friends in love with life
“Toodle” around to share nature’s wealth.
And if you listen carefully,
You too may hear that primal scream.
The primitive yell from a distant knell.
That conserves God’s creatures well.
August 11, 2009 Start Time 6:59 End Time PM 7:39
(40 minutes 19 lines. 2.1 minutes per line.)
I tried and it was fun! For Mike Caliri’s Write Now! Contest