Long Naturenature Poems
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Atop the mountain
The small gurgling brook begins
A song of Nature
A song of Nature
Whispering down the mountain
It’s sweet melody
It’s sweet melody
Babbling through the forest floor
Rushing to the sea
Rushing to the sea
Streams and brooks burble over
Roaring waterfalls
Roaring waterfalls
Splashing into the ocean
Far from the mountain
Inspired by Raul Moreno's The Sounds of Nature Contest
When out walking
my olfactory sense is assaulted by pungent scents
as nature bloom
all jasmine, lilac, and lily in amongst multitudinous flowers
hanging from tresses that splash all prisms against juxtaposed houses-
scents lift my spirits
as I find myself almost drunk on an almost elixir of scent
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loving the spring
feel myself blooming in golden honey
that coats everything it touches
with a warmth and
tenderness
It's a wonderful moment in time to be alive
surrounded by glories of nature
singing like elusive sirens
from the
depths of cobalt seas
I find my spirit refreshed
bathed in the daylight
that shines eppervescent
in the midst of endearing and etheral nature blossoms
At the bottom of our garden
Standing for many many years
Below seasonal greens and blossoms
And all of natures tears
This gem of harvesting joy
Showered crops of richness grow
For season after season
When autumn came it showed
It's fruits of life stood out
Against the nature of each day
And all who graced this marvel
Were always said to say
This tree from mother earth
Has given year after year
In rain, hail or shine
In beautiful appear
Again this year we were graced
With baskets of apple gold
But sadness cloaked our hearts
For our tree would never grow old
The first winter storm
Spewed bolts of lightning blue
Amidst the claps of thunder
Was gone the tree we knew
We were awoken in the night
By creaks of deafening cry
Looking out the window
Brought tears to our eyes
This marvel that we grew up with
Was cut down in it's prime
For nature had decided
That this was not it's time
The very next morning
Amongst the devastation
Was our tree of life
Shattered, lay her creation
Now many months have passed
On this stump we have grown to love
And recall that stormy night
And that bolt from above
To day I am thinking
About those memorable moments
I spent during my childhood
Amid the natural surroundings of
A deep lake surrounded by a dense forest.
The forest was so tall, deep and green
With its fearing darkness some where and
It's alluring enchanting beauty every where
That it was difficult to resist visiting the forest
Almost every day.
The lake was so heavenly beautiful calm and quite
Like the quietness of the sound sleep
That I use to sit for hours watching the dancing
Fishes and water plants and mosses and the setting Sun
While dipping my feet in the friendly lake water.
Oh, the pleasure of those moments
Is still alive in my mind
Like the Daffodil’s of William Wordsworth
And it often flashes in my mind
Giving me the same pleasure and Joy
Which as a child & Youngman I had enjoyed
About forty years back.
In these forty years lot many things have changed
All around me, including the Lake of my Allen Forest
A thin Lake is still there, visible during rainy season
But without that clear water and the quietness of Sound
And the forest has no longer remained the same
As it use to be about Forty years back
When it use to fill me with the joy of it’s refreshing air
And the Music of birds, falling leaves and the sound of silence.
That old lake and that lush green forest has left a deep impression
On mind and heart giving me the blessings of solitude
And making itself immortal in the minds of those who
Had seen it in its prime beauty and greenness
I often remember the man Allen who had built his small dwelling
Surrounded by the forest near the Lake and made this forest more
Beautiful without disturbing the natural surroundings
To enjoy the Blessings of Nature in its fullness about hundred years back
I am thankful to God for giving my childhood an opportunity of
Living amid the blessings of beautiful Nature - the Allen forest, the Lake
The Patther College, and the Holy River Ganges, which still flows at a
Little distance now instead of touching the forest
As it uses to be about forty Years back.
Kanpur 5th Nov 09 Ravindra K Kapoor
Patther College is a Hindi Word means Sand Stone made building
SEASONS
The passing seasons color the years,
In a kaleidoscope of colors;
Each known for color all their own,
Yet each enhances the others.
Spring comes in gentle pastel hues,
As slowly waking flowers,
Reach forth to feel the warming sun,
And drink the years first showers.
Then Summer comes upon the scene,
The garden is arrayed,
In blossoms of all size and shape,
And butterflys at play.
Then Nature changes yet again,
To the vibrant colors of Fall.
The firey yellows, reds, and orange,
Most colorful of all;
And last of all the Winter brings,
A crystal pristine scene,
As beneath cool hues of blue and white,
All Nature settles down to dream.
Judy Ball