I begged the sky to hold off
But it answered me with such a sound,
The clouds raised their puffy lids
And tears came tumbling down...
(By surprise) cursed thunder first
Followed by a quieter prayer,
Then, with hesitation wept,
The grieved windows of the spheres...
I nodded and descended,
So familiar was the plea
That no rejoinder I made
And Let the damp weather be...
I, too, knew that the darkness
Was merely a passageway
Beguiling travelers of truth
Through steps of uncertainty...
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I feel nature creeps into our soul at times and weeps with us.
Superb poem with magnificent last lines. The gloomy start with an end full of hope and positivity. Fantastic
The beauty of nature Always mystifies man Its sound its site Makes us forever in bliss At times we're scared At its energy raw But the beauty it gives Makes us sigh in bliss Beautiful poem...bravo...10++++
How uncertain our steps are in the dark. A wonderfully expressed cleansing poem of nature and man.
A well penned poem. Good use of personification and metaphor that are original and provide vivid details that ignites the senses. Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
perhaps nature weeps for us! very good poem.