Nature Poem by welkin siskin

Nature



You have boundless

endowment of the Maker

to put into pitch

the voice of Nature:

a rushing cataract passing

with ease through groves and briers,

Spring chanting joy imperceptibly

moving through the pergola,

Murmuring air spurting into the space

resulting in through tendrils and shrubbery,

Fullness of descant singing

like the birds

to take the sting out of dullness.

What a Maker that is

Whose strength is beyond words

to articulate
That has given rise to you,

Whose beauty hums like the bees

at the corner of a plafond.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Dillip K Swain 18 October 2017

A fantastic write on nature..I fascinated with the style of narration.. Thanks for sharing

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