As far as the eyes see

As far as the eyes see.

As the cold wind blows, questions.

The answers ride on butterfly wings.

Knowledge grows on flowers bright.

Naked trees bare new growth, fresh.

While tunes carry as birds sing,

history lies on forest floors, decay.

Enquiring minds ponder

on stepping stones, revealed

as the garden path winds

on the wandering.

Mother's secret garden.

Reviews

[Riddhi]

Hey!!!that is really a nice poem...i liked the way you expressed all your ideas in this short and simple poem...Keep on writing and thanks for sharing...

[andrew mitchell]

thank you for your words riddhi