The World Beauties Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Shall I let my muse on the flowery treasures sing
And prate over the humble glories of past youthful spring
Shall I ever be again where the opening roses breathing sweets diffuse
And soft Carnations shower their night balmy dews
How I long for the past picture of Lilies smiling in virgin white
To welcome in my home town the summer morning ray of light



There varied Tulips capture my heart as they show such dazzling pray
Blushing in bright diversities on a hill to herald the day
And each by nature painted floret in the bank of a lake below
Surveys its beauties in the sun whence its beauties its power to draw
The pale Narcissus on the bank, introvert in vain
Transformed, idly checks and gazes on himself again



Here in my mind still the aged oak tree stands compose
And mounts its shade on the school yard where we stood in rows
Around there the greenery vegetables in their beds were laid
The green gardens that people expected harvest and from summer heat shade
Around the village the Orange trees with bloom and pendants shine
And vernal honors to their join



The old fig tree turns her beauties from the invading beam
To shelter the wild weeds that grow by the running stream
The stream distilled water preserves her virgin five fingers leaves
A cool shade shelter to any wanderer from her boughs receives
Hot, lazy summer day off school dwells upon the land
Bare feet upon cool dawn dewy white sand

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