The sun is still rising and the world all
Hasn't grown dark and dreary
The moon shines softly to wash weariness
From the soul in fever and fret
and oysters still give forth pearls
To adorn the sands and shores
The rainbow swings in the skies
And gentle breeze lightens the hearts
when it blows among bowers and trees
Mother Nature nourishes all souls
And keeps us in her bosom so warm
Mother Nature nourishes all souls And keeps us in her bosom so warm... poem reflects your scene of faith & mysterious features...good one
nice poem. the way you write is awesome.very glad to see someone from my country. Mother Nature nourishes all souls And keeps us in her bosom so warm These lines are superb written.
beautiful poem...and a curious blend of Faith and hellenism together...didn't wordsworth say? ...i'd rather be a pagan suckled in a creed outworn! ... yes, this pagan delight in nature is the mystic faith! ! !
Faith is as mysterious as nature's gifts of light, darkness, colours of the rainbow immersed in God's holy presence! Beautiful write! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the faith is that the world is still spinning...great, ,