Treasure Island

jahanvi .......................


inspiring nature


running into the wild

searching for what is mine

what is right

asking the wind to teme d directions

to lead me to forests in which i can disappear

but they give me up when d sun shines

pushing me away from the darkness

fauna and flora supporting me

inspiring me to grow in unfair conditions

water flowing with energy

energy i lost long ago

energy dat is tiggering

calling me to grasp d power its holding

colors changes in d sky

as the seasons in d year

showing me all the varitions

from spring to autumn

from summer to winters

facing different days

i look upon them

wid a thought dat builds me up

when man doesnt have time

when promises go broken

just look out and observe

there is alwaz a blessing hand

waiting to hold of u

to comfort u all the tym

the hand of nature...



jahanvi.........

Submitted: Tuesday, January 25, 2011

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  • Skywee Gh (7/3/2014 1:59:00 AM)

    inspiring nature
    nature inspiring
    i like the concept of ur sentences
    it made me understand ur poem
    i think it's cool. (Report) Reply

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