A hue-edge kaleidoscope of colors painted of the rainbow...
Peacock's colors a-splashed abound feathers.
Fanned out beauty in colors of awe...
This is nature's paisley'd law.
Butter flies flutter around and enough...
Humming birds hum and aridly strut their stuff.
Plants and flowers grow forth their shoots...
Leaves, these beings, without feet and boots.
Petals cannot grasp, as like a hand....
Flowers are pretty and not visually bland.
Beauty is of but, everything of nature....
Beauty is of what, we as humans, should grow, in stature.
I liked the poem, its obvious love for nature...and its presentation. Thanks for your kind comment upon 'Death came calling'
A tryste with Nature's wonder..Nice imagery and a great poem. Sid
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nature is lovely, but as you said it lacks the ability to reach out and touch, except what it touches in our hearts. Nice picture you painted. T