Grace Hand of Nature
A graceful pace in a meadow of blue.
Blossoming blooms; bees lingering behind.
I lay, laud and favor whilst breeze flows through
As long as the sun is shining, you'll find.
Tiny flower clusters snug and fruity,
Drenched in the warm early morning sunlight-
Tree leaves fall freely on the ground and brace
Etched on earth memory of their beauty.
Flowerbed beauties soft buds unfold bright
Each float slowly finding a resting place.
The grace of power of mother nature
Nesting birds singing in the trees so tall,
in deep labyrinth a happy creature
Nature's small insects cute and rude is all
Butterflies in patch blooms gathering food.
As long as the sun shines nature does share
Amid dimness of old mossy leafless
So, generous it's complemental mood.
They step out of the dapple shadows there
boughs: owls and other creatures rouse griefless.
Mother Nature, you quench the fetal heart
Rendering vast heaven and azure sky
Drifting beyond of blaze colour take part,
Wondrous golden honey rays drifting high,
Escorting in the dawn of new seasons.
Your natural gallery exhibit,
Your most natural spell we are under.
You have, one of many fervent reasons
Roots and flora have shown to inhibit.
Your guarded source as we watch in wonder.
5/27/2022
g. nature
Form O- Ode- New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2022
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