Best Naturemountains Poems
THE TABLE MOUNTAINS
To what shall I compare thee
Oh, awesome sprawling masterpiece of nature?
Is it the Sinai of Mosaic Israel
Or the pyramid of Egypt?
Welcome to the end of the world, or is it the beginning?
Where mountains wear crown of splendor
Adorned with shimmering brightness of early morn sun
When heaven’s tip kisses mountain top
With lips of nature in her most pristine, undiluted self
With runaway innocence beyond the earth reproach and corruption
Graceful, bold and gigantically imposing
Its royal robe perfectly cut of
Meadows and greenery tended by the dew of the dawn
Come view the mountains in the cape
Come, and go, cleansed and cured of all impurities
Trapped in its sharp, cold and warm embrace
Come, see the Sinai
In the west of the black south
Oh! Is it burning smoke or icy cold steam
That engages the cloudy sky at the mountain top?
Or is it the blazing sun, icy steam and thickly fog in trinitary unison?
A trio in a race of space
Wow! Its dawn at sunrise
The mount stirs and time stand still
sun submerged, the steamy, smoky fogs lifted
Revealing a golden morn like the first day of creation
Come see another wonder of the world in South Africa
In the fortress expanse of Cape Town
Cape Town, here I am!
Enthralled, entranced, I am endeared!!!
Majestic and yet strangely innocent, they are silent sentinels of the past
Rock holding fast a million memories though the surface shows the only scars
The range of ranges, old today and ancient tomorrow, these are divine gifts
I speak of mountains, the greatest of all to ever try the feet of angels
I cherish them for what they are, yet I despair for what I will have done
Rain clouds upon infinite horizons though the stolid mountains give no mind
The sun bakes the lofty heights and shade will not find it's foot upon the mountains
Fear is not about them, but it should be, the terrible yielding is at hand
The continuous teeth choose a dark gaze as they grind away His perfect touch
I can only move past this epoch, there are no words for this tragedy
So terrible the clawing of lazy devils, so complete are matters
The beautiful bijoux stood no chance against the grinding, against the placid soul
Though one long diamond broke free, the tors still fell, leaving only the hardened valleys
Crushed rocks rinsed from the scene as the flesh of mountains smoothed from Earth's sliding skin
I have learned that "the agent of destruction knows that time is apt to salve and scour"
A gentle rain cascades down on the flora which now fills the carnal fissures
Life seeps from the roots of mountains and calmly breathes in the air of waste and wanton
A mist issues from the forest floor on those dismal days when remorse weeps from the sky
Too thick for heaven, the foggy specters roll over the hills still trying the feet of angels
I will forever see the mountain ghosts as the life that once was and the future yet to come.