Nature Mystery Poems

O I have yet seen a giant so great reveal its natural beauty, 
with pride above all surroundings it stands, 
constant but fairly moody.

Its eyes...

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Nature hides its secrets from us;
it always seems to be leading us towards something mysterious.

How many times, in the shade of a tree,
sitting on a...

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When the winds through the valleys blow
And the grounds are covered in snow
Thoughts become should I stay or go
Before the rivers cease to flow

There are...

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I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.

With...

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Modernity imposes itself upon
eons beauty,
The sun blanketed by grey clouds of dusk, 
shining golden halos onto you,
Lake Naivasha, 
oh you serene grey mystery, 
Like polished...

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How did you get up there?
Up there in the sky so fair?,
Between the tree's bare limbs
Behind where the cloud skims

How did you get down here?
Down...

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Our dimension 
is one of constant change

realization almost immediately
gone, at the point of capture

all we know is in retrospect -- 

floating on a buoyancy of...

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Absolute truth, both mystery… and paradox. 
“You make me wonder if you exist or not?”

The Greeks glimpsed you in circles and squares,
The medievals revered you...

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The spider spins in earnest
To foreshadow some effect.
A solitary sort of fellow...
Deserving of respect.

If a spider's life has purpose
And in Nature... pulls its weight.
Think twice...

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I, as paper man
in paper town, 
grey, saw 
a cardboard cut-out
of a mirror, 
the reflection
was a busy world 
it didn't look real, 
those colours
and restaurants


...

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The echos of our yesterdays
resound in steps throughout this maze
while whispered winds sing songs of past
their tunes don't tell how long we’ll last

A ticking clock's...

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The Chinese Pistachia


You came to us

a fragile seedling child

with so many names 

that did not fit

your grace and lithefulness


each season of your growth

and vibrant orange change

I...

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. . . and with a haughty drink 
of Virgil’s water 
from the River Lethe
I venture forth knowing nothing
bring on the steps ahead 
and what...

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I was an inscrutable, capricious mystery writer, like a pure mystery of days;
And I had composed best selling novels, like westering sun's scarlet phase.

An unparalleled...

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Sandstorm churning in my mind tonight,
driven by the wind of change,
and I know… it’s not that easy.
Drove a million miles and it is all the...

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