The stars are replenished with heaven,
Heaven the happiness in sublime,
Sublime, whose peak where joy is winning,
Winning with ecstacy as the clouds,
The clouds of high minds dashing with light,
With light on their passage to splendour.
Splendour, the garden where the hearts bloom,
Hearts bloom into flowers bright like fairies,
Fairies captivating in their forms,
Their forms pale that bedazzle with wings,
With wings of the butterflies luring,
Luring eyes awed to perceive beauty.
Beauty in their vision is smiling,
Smiling with the vigour of meadows,
Meadows where the horses are sprinting,
Sprinting with gladness vast in the arms,
The arms of liberty which heartens,
Heartens their passions into the wind.
The wind storming furiously across,
Across the streaming silver river.
River vibrant in its mood man fishes.
Fishes the feeling he nets with pen.
With pen as he sinks into the realm,
The realm of wondrous stories that glow,
That glow like the birds lit by the stars.
i love how each line leads on from the last - like a continuous story told by many each shaping it to fit their own desires but still conected to the previous (i do this a lot with my friends when we get board great fun) - and how at the end you've come full circle. full marks from me keep it up :)
Eruchie, Nature is spectacular charming humans, in body mind and soul. If there is any heaven 'it is here'....'it is here'...'it is here'.
Beautifull words come from beautifull heart. All of those created beautifull poem.
I'm obliged that I got to read such a lovely creation about Nature . The interestiing part is the continuty in the poem , how beautifully connected and carried on further . Hats off to you . This one is an inspiration for me . 10 arte one is this .
beautiful! ! ! ! i love how you were able to blend each sentence with the other.. you have a knack for poetry
you've made a great poem! i'll also try to write about nature next time...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love the structure and connections that are made in the poem, they flow so beautifully, and how the connection jump, but stay intact. beautiful.