All Around The Nature Poem by Naveed Akram

All around my head is a strong sickness,
Come to the bed of flowers that wilt.
Dressed in red, in purple and yellow,
They turn their faces to those with brains
And master themselves in the way of beauty.
So this is their mighty stature in your eyes,
Innocent beings of medallions and blood.
We are also of their blood, as we are natural
In the ways of their milk;
We are Nature's proud trait,
We are the happy guests so stretched,
When do sad faces become flowers of May?