Nature, The Poet Poem by C. P. Sharma

The poetry is written
On the dew drops of the dawn
In the frolicking of
the flora and the fawn

On the moods of the rising
and the setting sun views
Reflecting on the ocean
golden and crimson hues

On the colorful freshness
of the flower that blooms
Projecting anthers spray pollens,
that on its stigma lustily loom

In the stillness of the night
On the crescent moon
As lone lady love's breasts
heave high and swoon

On the wings of the birds
Getting ready to fly
Singing songs immortal
Outpour from the sky

I simply read their verses aloud
Of their rhyme and rhythm proud