There Is Still Something To See Poem by vittal vandavasu

The artistic avenues of paradise
Seem to hover before me
In nature are the wise
There's still something to see

In those streams, in the tree
of fine dreams, of silent glee
There is still something to see
Meaning to show how I'd be

Basking in the sun's glory
Risking my thoughts to settle
Reading I am, a story
Of some shepherds and cattle

Speaking, the sound is admiration
Listening, with loves determination
In those skies is inspiration
I'd say darn this education

Education thought me no words
That I could utter here
The songs of the birds
get silent comments to hear

There is still something to see