Treasure Island

Tiku akp


To be with nature always


On the north the pole star
Sits in meditation as a sage
Waiting for a turn to rule the sky
Cursing the dawns emerging blaze

I feel the cold through the fingers
My face gets wet with mists
My feet can feel the dews in soles
Stiffness begins to grope my wrists

But I don’t want to move back ever
And live a life so boring and dull
For now let me roll on the soft grasses
Till upon the vale dawn starts to fall

I just need to be in open for ever
To be with the heavenly wonders
Peace and wisdom they drop
Are saved in me as my prized plunders

Staying with nature was a pastime
That will always remain in my heart
Let me live as a savage in thick green till
To its heavenly abode my soul would depart

Submitted: Sunday, May 11, 2014

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