Fertile turtles ~
remove their girdles
I went to the forest.
I watched the sunset.
I talked about harmony
Everything about nature.
I took endless repetitions,
Of adjective lines and colors.
Think about the cycle of life,
Birth, death and a new life.
I'm looking the shadows of trees.
The floating of clouds in the sky,
Drawn the lines of leaves in my palm.
See butterfly lines like river bends,
See the rhythmic hurling of the waves,
A breath of lovers looking the horizon,
Love is the same law of nature.
It never change in the gravity of time,
I just observe, believe and just exist.
A vacuum nature is said to abhor
~ That’s why when I sleep, I snore
Predators prey
They eat the weak
To become king.
The law of nature
What a beautiful flower
A wasp runs freely
Jumps at once
Into the lap of a beautiful flower
The flower welcomes the wasp, gratefully
She blossoms lovingly and offers sweet honey in honor of love
No other flower in the vicinity exhibit jealous face
No other adult tree insults the loving action
They always feel the freedom of mind
Never do any injustice or dirt
Each flower enjoys the life
This is because they live according to nature
The life period of a flower has been just a day
Flowers and even the wasps know the fate
No additional load they take in minds
Because of the reason they obey the natural law
Sunil Algama
As if standing in the halls of justice,
stoically stood six sable souls—the sun
reflecting off their smooth feathered robed
coverings—a supreme regal sight indeed.
The eminence of the chief was evident
as he royally stood in front of the others
as they pondered the hour of decision.
No need to rush—theirs—a life-time deed
in upholding the purity of the laws of nature.
Above, glided three ebony hued comrades;
their stealth-like fashion as if to ensure
the security of the scene below.
The chief slowly approaches the case;
and hopping atop, he inspects the whole pile.
When his roving eyes met the stilled ones,
three waves of his feathered arms filled the air.
In response, the waiting five tip-toed to the pile;
the three hovering stealth-like companions
glided to the ground; gracefully, the feast began.
As the sunset closed down another day,
the law of nature had again been executed.
Earth around me felt the lightning
Trees trembled, their new leaves bravely hanging on
Wildflowers, innocence awaked in beauty
Shined their light in gratitide
Ground mice, dodging the strike
Sought warmth in familiar covens
My hand, my own hand, part of the earth
Stroked the grasses within reach
The air filled my nostrils with a sense of humid calm
Far more peaceful than any law, manmade
Far more peaceful
Than any law
...Manmade
03/22/13