Shaped to pure perfection,
Exquisite through and through,
The beauty of the bonsai,
So splendidly it grew,
A wonder of nature,
A pure art in its form,
Nature is a precious gift,
The joy of being born.
There's beauty in every flower,
On hills and meadows too,
There's beauty all around us,
To fill a lifetime through.
Jayne Louise Davies
Beauty of nature can have no rival. It's the ultimate joy. Well penned!
Sadly bonsai's are cultivated to suit one's taste as art. Can natural beauty be forced?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bonsai's have a beauty all on their own. Lovely poem.
Thank you David. I have numerous different types x