I pray to thee mother nature,
Thine beauty none can match,
Sweet or sour thy feature,
Life or death thee hatch.
Sweet is thy misery,
Sour is thy love,
I ought to be thy slave,
And thine shall guide me from above.
The seasons, some harsh some mellow,
In which some sing and some play bass cello,
Thou bring me happiness,
As thou ar't all beautiful.
An ode I summon to thine stranger,
An ode I summon to thee,
Inside the bearer thy beauty lie,
It's all the magic inside ones eye.
This ia a grand poem Eddy needs a little work on the typos like the h in above looks a little odd but some may say it's different LOL and yr in a text message is okay but if you are going to use text spelling in your poems do it all the way through. But I like the poem this stuff is just edit shit LOL
A good thought. Beauty lies in the eyes of beholder - but if Nature doesn't carry beauty in her heart, the beholder is not going to experience it either even in small degrees. Beauty of the nature is the serene, spiritual atmosphere that it reveals at her core. Since we are all part of this grand Nature, we can also feel this core looking at her. It is nothing but our own reflection. When we are feeling the core of the Nature, we are feeling our own womb. This is the truth. Take care of your grammar. 'Abhove' needs a correction. Take enough readings before you post your poems. Also don't use abbreviations like 'yr'. We have not become American President as not to have atleast one or two seconds stolen to write in full. We should be structurally perfect with good English. This is my view. May god bless you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love your work i hope i'm going to see it soon in books :)