Singing The Primitive BeautyA Poem by Redrascalstrawberry
In the blooming summer,
Facilitated by the broiling sun, I looked up to the clear sky, Who murmured its chants. Orating about its ventures, It turned me to the ground. Towards the lush green nature, Stretching beyond my sight. Sneaking behind those monstrous trees, I played hide and seek with nature. Who tried to capture me, With its whimsical spirits. The waters sang me a humble lay, And I listened, quiet and still. After juggling with my patience, I sang with them aloud. Till the hulking mountains, Echoed back my utterance. And hummed the melody, Passing its reaches to the nightingale. Who sang in a lyrical flow, While the butterflies vocalised. Messaging past those weak leaves, Who duplicated the aria. Then we all sang, together and forever, Till the moon rose above the trees.
© 2012 RedrascalstrawberryAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRedrascalstrawberryAboutHello! I'm 16 years old and I've been writing since I was very young and have also won some Poetry competitions and was also recently published in Silkworms Ink's anthology. My areas of interest are.. more..Writing
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