A Walk In Longwood Gardens - Poem by Arti Chopra
As I walk through the wooded autumn forest,
and take in the awesome humbling beauty, of a scene,
painted with the myriad colours of nature's pallette,
I am overcome yet again, with a speechless wonder
at the soul uplifting serenity and restful ambience...
I am overcome with a deep joy....
as I inhale the fragrance of the falling autumn leaves
and savour the satisfying springiness under my feet,
and drink in the cleansing and purifying air under the trees,
and wonder at the perfection of the beautiful flowers in every hue and colour
I am like a child with a new toy
as I marvel at the variety and vastness of the plant world
at the perfection of every tight bud and every leaf unfurled
at the shapes and the sizes of every plant and every shrub
at the array of flowers displayed to perfection in a pot or a tub
I close my eyes and listen to my brain which cajoles me to enjoy
as I feel the green spiky grass cushioning my eagerly wandering steps
the butterflies fluttering about and the birds singing as if in duress
the children running and skipping with arms stretched wide
the branches of the fruit rees bowing as if to hide
the bountiful harvest of ripe and glistening fruit
I am speechless with the wonder of it all
If the maker can make it all so beautiful
how much beauty would be in Him
if his creations are so peace giving,
how much serenity would dwell in Him,
and I close my eyes and pray
and thank him for giving us this wonderful earth
where we dwell..........
this environment is for us to enjoy
the.the trees are not to fell
the forests our our national heritage
not to colonize and sell.....
so protect our natural bounty
guard it jealously and well....
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