A poem about the personification of mother nature..
I was there, hiding though
Making her feel unaware of me
She was walking, and things were strange
Her steps were causing nature to change
Flowers were adorning her path, themselves
Birds were chirping, all as holy bells
She touched a small bud, touch gentle as silk
It blossomed into a flower, color, pinch of orange
in milk
Anklet then touched a dead tussock, from yellow it
turned green
Vibes, after passing nearby her, carrying
fragrances of world, unseen
She then went to the pond, lilies and golden
fishes in it
A magic was dragging me, I couldn't resist
I was there, hiding though
Making her feel unaware of me
She sat on its wall, splashed few drops on her
face, her lips, finest curls
Amazed was I, after touching her, they all were
pearls
Magic was all around, blessings in the air
Her gestures were nothing but epitome of care
Her fingers were playing in the water, stirring
it, making waves
And clouds in the sky were all gathering, taking
magical shapes
On my knees I bent, bowed my head to that fairy,
couldn't hide
She was beautiful, gracious, perfection personified
She came near, touched me, I was all calm, no
contemplation,
Bliss was there, I was witnessing peace, satiation,
Closing my eyes, I was feeling the warmth, the
affection
She was the princess of land and skies, the
goddess, Mother Nature
' .. Birds were chirping, all as holy bells ~ She touched a small bud, touch gentle as silk ~ It blossomed into a flower, color, pinch of orange in milk.. ' how beautiful those words - picture painted gently and subtly, true, not at all chocolate-box but very real.
You're obviously someone who cares about Mother Nature, who notices her changing moods, the births, the every changing colours, their vitality or subtlety... This is lovely.
Wow this is a poem after my own heart, for I do adore nature so... and the way you delicately personified Mother Nature was simply beautiful. Your gentle rhyme and gorgeous imagery here really made this write a pleasure to read. Wonderful work, friend.
' .. Birds were chirping, all as holy bells ~ She touched a small bud, touch gentle as silk ~ It blossomed into a flower, color, pinch of orange in milk.. ' how beautiful those words - picture painted gently and subtly, true, not at all chocolate-box but very real.
You're obviously someone who cares about Mother Nature, who notices her changing moods, the births, the every changing colours, their vitality or subtlety... This is lovely.