Music
Fields and woods;
My dearest friends,
Beckon me to commune
With them at the closest,
A city sometimes
Wears desert looks
After a day’s toil and exert,
So into moor’s untiring breast,
I ventured out
To lie and dream for a moment,
Trickling voice of a Brooklet,
Liquid notes of songsters,
Flitting in the branches high,
Blowing wind’s sweet impact,
On branches and leaves that
Rhyme to nature’s dictate,
Pattering sound of falling leaves,
Mesmerizing me to a moment’s rest
In Mother Nature’s lap,
That in silence breathing
Music of all sorts, an intoxicant,
Propelling sleep and dream,
Where in God asking me,
Is not this music mine
And is not this music the best...?
From the desert of a barren city of concrete buildings, it is a much coveted turn to a rural setting where one can relax in the plush ambiance of Nature! There you have everything to relax and rejuvenate one...... song of birds, murmur of brooklets, blowing breeze and so on! Greatly enjoyed this lovely poem on the benign influence of Nature! A 10
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Yes, God's music is the best. A vivid portrayal of the wonders and beauty of nature. Enjoyed reading it. Beautifully crafted and well executed.10
Many many thanks.........Rose Marie...........I am really humbled for your inspiring review