In meadows where the bluebells rest,
Encrusted petals of morning dew,
Glints gently where the sunlight spills
And shadows rest on rocky hills.
My heart is warmed at such delight,
My eyes fulfilled in wonderous sights,
My senses thrive and dance on thrills,
My mind reflects where water stills.
Comforts to a restless soul,
The stillness captures home,
Transforming stress to mellow minds,
Til all resounds like windmill chimes.
As morning sunshine warms the day,
The flowers dance on scented winds,
That whisper tunes while passing through,
Reminders of these fields of view.
I really enjoyed reading this poem Sarah. The imagery you portray through words is breathtaking to say the least. Thank you for sharing. A 10+++
Thank you so much White Tiger for your beautiful comments, I'm humbled
A beautiful poem on nature. With its sweet flow the poem captures the mind of a nature lover like me. So nice. Thanks for sharing. 'Comforts to a restless soul, The stillness captures home, Transforming stress to mellow minds, Til all resounds like windmill chimes.'...is so nice.
Thank you so much Anil, its wonderful you were able to capture your own images.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sarah I like the picture you paint so well here. Poetry can be a great balm for troubles and you achieve it with these words. A great picture as well!