The only time that I have peace,
Is out in nature, trees and things.
I sit in the morning and look about,
And wait for the early birds to come out.
Even now they tweet and sing.
Far over the trees their chirping rings.
It sounds of happiness, joy and hope.
And I look up, no more to mope.
Until the next unhappy time,
When I again will sit sublime,
Among nature, the trees and things,
As birds of joy and hope doth sing.
I just love this poem! It rhymes, it has rhythm and I can empathize totally with the feeling. Our lives today are so busy, so full of noise, of pollution, of telephones ringing and radios blaring but the best music of all is that of mother nature's own, her peaceful, tranquil tones unequaled by anything else I know :)
@Ruth Walters Your comments are so wonderful that I'm going to have to consult with you on using some of them in books that I will publish. And at my writing blog, when I finish redesigning it. When you listed all of the noises in our lives, I just heard it all in that moment. And then the last half of your sentence was so soothing...
@Jesus James Llorico Thank you. I do feel like a blessed word artist when poetry springs forth in me.
'Until the next unhappy time, When I again will sit sublime, Among nature, the trees and things, As birds of joy and hope doth sing.' Yes, it is our mother nature to whom we turn in our unhappy times, and indeed the birds of joy and hope give us solace and inspiration to move on. I too have some poems on birds. Liked the comments of Ruth Walters.
@Valerie Dohren Thanks! I don't know the # of bird poems that I've written, lol. Working towards publishing them in their own volume.
A lovely little poem Sandi, I love birds and this is so sweet in its simplicity.
You're more than welcome to use the comments. It's a pity I can't message you but you seem to have requested, no messages here on Poemhunter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautifully done..a nice piece of artistic poetry.