Everything I see
Is poetry to me
From the last standing tree
In a lonely forest
To the great ocean sea
Bathing in the sunset
everything I see
Is poetry to me
Every thing I see
From the buzzing honey bee
In a red field of roses
From the whimsical jumping flea
That makes a dog scratch vigorously
Then chase his tail playfully
Is poetry to me
From the sun shinning brightly
To the birds flying freely
And singing in harmony
Everything around me
And everything I see
Is poetry to me.
of course poems start in observation....everything through sensitivity.. :)
A simple song, so free flowing, unlaboured and beautifully rhyming! No wonder, you are able to behold poetry in everything!
..In Hindi its said....A poet reaches where even sun couldn't................so are you a seeker for various themes........lovely...
..In Hindi its said....A poet reaches where even sun couldn't................so are you a seeker for various themes........lovely...
Clear message, that is what makes us write poetry. The flow of your words is very comfortable and pleasing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the MUSIC in this!