The beautiful mountain valley.......
The mountain valley is the place of nature's gift
Through out the season it shower with beautiful nature
When you stand in between the mountain valley
You feel that the heaven blesses you dearly
You feel that the greenery hug you tightly
You feel that the cool breeze touches you tenderly
You see that the water falls roll over violently
You see that the trees dance to the tune of wind smoothly
You hear that the birds sing nature choir happily
You watch that the animals walk freely
When the nature open its heart widely
It gives everyone a chance to be with nature closely.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2004 Ravi Sathasivam
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
AMBUSH
Hidden predator,
Waits patiently for it's prey.
Survival to the swift.
Judy Ball
Haiku is an unrhymed Japanese style poem recording the essence of a moment.
It has a nature theme which is why I personally like it, nature lover that I am.
It usually consists of 3 lines. Count is 5,7,5
THE NATURAL WAY
The natural way
I’m speaking of nature’s way
That which has been known
That which is at times cruel
That which gradually is being lost
Is there an order?
Is there some marvelous plan?
In truth I don’t know
I merely see and think
I think of natural things
Regeneration
Growing things this very Earth!
Things being cut down
Perishings each day
Being replaced by dead things
Our great polar bears
Creatures losing habitat
All forms of our wilderness
Evolution has managed
These many millions of years
Then a foreigner
One who would call himself king
King over nature –
That he was provided for
Fed by nature meant nothing
In place of nature
This king built stone-cold castles
Flaunted his power
Enslaved those ones who opposed
It continues to this day
Man death to nature
Slowly enslaving himself
Till he stands alone
All nature dead at his feet
Desperate to reach a star
Nature’s Bliss
Nature’s painting is splendid;
Beautiful and serene indeed!
Each hue and color so unique;
Not even in a rainbow are they seen.
Churps of a bird, fragrance in a flower;
Brings in life, rain in every shower!
Paints the painting nature everyday
Sprays color; wind in every sway.
Mist in the air and fresh breeze;
Bounties of nature are bliss!
- Mugdha Prabhakar Bhurke
Twilight, not yet dawn,
Awaits ascent of the sun
Bringing hues of blue, orange, violet, red, and purple
The Aurora…the bright dawning, the daybreak
The birds began to sing their morning songs
A soft breeze joins Nature’s Symphony
Nature becomes a symphony of sound & beauty
Nature's scenic phenomenon.
Nature reached a crescendo
Sunrise, the beginning
At dusk, day's end, the sunset
The eventide, the gloaming, the twilight
The sunset, evermore brightly colored than sunrise
As the sun sets over the horizon, nature falls silent
A scenic phenomenon
Which only nature could orchestrate
Birds sing evening songs
Last songs of the day
Nature's concert once again,
Begins again at sunrise
Sunset, the end
WINDY NIGHT
The landscape sings in cacophony.
Complaining loudly, creaking trees
Flex gnarled joints like old men's knees -
Far cry from melodious harmony.
Clouds go scudding over the moon.
No fan of the wind, the cat’s come indoors
Washing her face and licking her paws -
It’s probably going to rain soon.
Washing blows horizontal with wet flaps,
Snapping its salutes like a naval pennant
Or a newly promoted first lieutenant -
On the line it tangles twists and wraps.
Music of nature is sometimes dissonant,
Even more than a Stravinski recital.
Yet the sounds are alive, they are vital -
The clamour and din is Nature exultant.
NATURE
Nature, nature oh so lovely!
Smiling at the deep blue sea,
Singing, dancing with the flowers,
And greeting the birds with glee.
Nature, Nature oh so lovely!
With sun, moon and stars to see.
I wonder what would it would like be?
With no nature for us to greet.
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
The Nature at its best
Harbinger of peace
Entire earth in its bosom
Birds at the height of glory
Immensely pretty colours
Radiant and mellow
Dancing in the sky
Sunning amongst the leaves
All around one can see
Nature and her glory
Distant greys mingling with green
The nature at its best
Harbinger of peace
Entire earth in its bosom
Bees drinking nectar
Enjoying the pretty flowers
Enjoying the heady juice
Summing it all into honey
Dedicated to Carol Brown
I listen to the sound of the rain
I feel its touch all around
Thunder is the gods making love
A storm of power a beauty of dynamism
Its liquid diamonds that drop from above
The atmosphere is raw as the rain pours
Its nature at its finest the drink of the gardens
The seeds are fed the roses now bloom
The trees stand glistening
The grass sparkles with the dewiness
The ground moist underneath your naked feet
Its a sea of greenest waves
The smell to your senses
Its freshness wants you to admire
A perfume that persits to your being
A beautiful ray of gods essences
Priceless potion of natural substance
Almost drives your thirst
I listen to the sound of the rain
I feel its touch all around
Its nature at its finest the drink of the gardens
The seeds are fed the roses now bloom
The smell to your senses
Its freshness wants you to admire
LOVE:
“Life, Birds, Bees and Trees”
The beauty is nature in birds and the bees,
Hidden life within the hives and the trees,
Exact and complete, as nature doeth please.
Birds and bees are of life’s essence to please,
In most unique ways, nature take her ease,
Riding air currents, and nesting in trees,
Dawn of life’s freedoms still rustles in leaves,
Steadfast freedoms of God’s faith believes.
As we stand, in nature’s plan, in awe of bees,
Now of the bee’s honey how nature doeth please,
Dawn of life‘s freedom, still rustles in tree leaves.
The last shall become first, but shan’t be the least,
Hail! “All good in nature comes from the east,
Enjoy, don't destroy, our nature's beast!”
Bees and birds of nature, beauty and sweet honey,
Efficient to please, but man loves his money,
Employ not money, but Love life’s honey,
Sweet nature love makes honey, man makes money.
For Contest: The Birds and The Bees
In Honor of: Carol Brown
Billy Buttons
under the
Celery Pines
free verse
Billy Button's downy foliage
Burst open with large gold blooms.
Midst thousands of dandelion's green
Above, celery pines tip their plumes.
Grasslands wave contently in the fields
Missouri golden rods climb the hill.
Broom beard grass and buffalo clover
Send subtle earthy scents, cross my sill.
Mulberry's beckoning to the blue ash,
Creeping soft grass hides the jasmine crepes.
Water pond seeks dry nooks and crannies
As nature swags her majestic drapes.
All of nature is alive and full of romance
Kissed by morning dew she opens her buds
Her long silky fingers rustle all to wake
Bejeweling earth in vibrant colored studs.
Carole Cookie Arnold
2010<>
Angels and demons
Watch, as nature takes revenge-
Well deserved: they laugh.
A. Green
*Take it as you wish- The demons and angels laughing,
or the demons and nature laughing...???? Up for the reader to decide.
Everywhere the trees are so green
Most beautiful sights ever seen
With snow capped mountains in between
And the rivers flowing so pristine
I love hiking the trails very long
Each step my heart is beating her song
If you would like to please come along
To get away from the crowded throng
I love having our nature so near
Walking amongst it my mind is clear
And I think about what I revere
All the things to me that I hold dear
It is nature that I admire most
And where I live now she is so close
Entry in the Sonnet Me contest
Honorable Mention
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