Standing over a bridge of scented cedar
amidst sumptuous gold glazing all over,
I see brisk lives roving in a cerulean creek
under a luscious lemony green streak.
Looks like a playground of god-fearing hearts
on the sand whose glassy shadows are cast;
Like gazelles they jump ecstatically around
in essence, who are pure and profound.
Nature itself is a sundial of this buzzing land
and the wind's symphony isn't less than a chant;
It is far beyond a commoner's imagination,
I swear, I saw on earth a heaven's imitation.
A perfect meeting place for a body and soul
gratifying senses at every glance that fall;
Where creator himself sheltered his creations,
in God's own land I'm invited in a celebration.
Copyright @ DrNikhat Bano October 18,2020 All rights reserved
Photo credit: Google
Monday, October 19, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: nature