The gold colour, sky put on woods, its
tree branches and leaves
On dust of grey road that lead to Nilje,
On wings of red- wing bird
In early morn too conspicuous to escape one's notice.
The woods burn bright, smokeless in such cold golden fire,
Remaining brown, grey and white,
Far away it‘s labyrinth of leaves, branches
gets aggregated to several spheres,
Woods' verticals trap more golden rays,
Like the last four vertical notes of songbird
trapping music and lovers' mind
Woods beauty appear not so trunk -leaf deep,
It is an anchor for peace,
For if you get stirred in thy inner self,
Singing in praise of this beauty is wise,
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Stunning narration as also magnificence of nature's marvelous manifestations. Lovely melody of the woods and romance of golden rays. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Thank you for your appreciating remarks.Ratnakarji.