Nature’s Bounty Poem by Valsa George
Nature’s Bounty
The woods stretched across, black and bare,
With the sounds of screeching, hushed and still.
Gentle blew the cool autumn wind,
Wafting the scent of blossoming blooms.
Half unveiled the moon in her throne,
As the fleecy clouds drifted past.
Luminous whirled the glow worms round,
The glamourous sentries of the night,
Flashing rings of spiralling light,
They illumined another ‘Deevali Night’.
The solitary tramp, wounded and scorned,
In life’s ignoble, battering strife,
Wended his way through the forking paths,
And down he walked the mazy lanes,
Away from the buzz of city marts,
Far from the den of beastly men,
Sick of the world’s wily tricks,
And weary of its perfidious deeds,
To be sheltered in Nature’s sylvan abode,
And enclosed in her shaded fold.
Giant Oaks in deep emerald green,
Hung a canopy above his crown,
The tuft of grass over the ebony mud,
A tight knit, woolly carpet spread.
Below the verdant roof, he lay,
Dead to the world and deaf to the scoffs,
Oblivious of his festering sores,
And numb to every distressing thought.
Carolled by the flutter of quivering leaves,
Caressed by the murmur of soothing breeze,
Courted by the amorous stars in sky,
And away from the tumult of deadening sounds,
He stretched his limbs and eased his mind,
Loosened his sinews and heaved a sigh.
Sweet Slumber, with her balmy touch,
Sat near him and played her part,
Down he slid into caverns deep,
Of sleep’s silent domain, slammed to pain,
To dream of a life, he never lived,
To sing a tune, he never hummed.
Nature is, shall and always remain an MOTHER to all humanity silently observing and very silently passing judgments which the humanity proudly ignores and at time even bloats of such acts. For future generations natures teachings, values will be found in poems like these. I pray such peaces do not become obituary to nature. I enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing.
From beauty to intrigue - nature has so much to offer each of us, and what a blessing! May we daily appreciate the inspiration that is imparted, via such phenomenon, for our enjoyment and edification. Great imagery. A pleasure to read.
'Below the verdant roof, he lay, Dead to the world and deaf to the scoffs, Oblivious of his festering sores, And numb to every distressing thought.' - That's how one can extract real, silent peace from nature. Mother Nature keeps her bounties open for all, from a prince to a pauper, from the mighty to the meek.
What Nature has given to us has been so astutely portrayed. Thrilling expression. Touching penmanship. Nice theme. Brought aliveness in nature. So interesting to read over and over again. Beautiful poem sure. Thank you enough. Full vote.
everyone sees the world through different glasses even the poor can be satisfied and find happiness thanks Valsa-10
A nice poem on nature. Valsa is always outstanding in describing the nature.
Nature so beautifully narrated and made lively and vibrant by this masterpiece......Valsa........nature always gets justice at your hands......great write......10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Even a lonely solitary hobo can revel in the beauty of nature. Covered by the moon and stars over his head. Rapped up by the leaves and underbrush that surrounds him from head to toe. Sleeping undisturbed in the solitary and dark outdoors. Great write.