I watch at the top of
Mountains where the
Clouds tarry a while
To form many different shapes
Their shadows fall
Upon slopes to hide
The slipping snow as
As if a bunch of dark caps
I watch the mild sun
Peeking through the
Cracks of clouds at
The valleys sleeping below
It crawls across green
Carpet of grass far and
Wide with occasional glow
I watch the flowers
Dancing slowly in the
Wind blowing from the
Riverside and spreading essence
As I wake up and stand
At the window I hear
The humming of birds as
My mind falls into mystic trance
A lovely poem that depicts a beautiful morning embellished by the light of the golden sun, the magic of the clouds, the wonders of nature and the intermingling of the power of the wind. A glorious sight indeed! Well penned with compelling imagery.
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Wonderful images that rise up stanza by stanza, holding and captivating until they capture you in a trance.10+
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