Throbbing Time Poem by Lasaad Tayeb

Flow with the stream, merging to the river gone awry.
The vivid fantasy I'm invested in thwarting rhymes.
The woodland, as foreseen, had no limit to the sky.
Allow for beautiful breathing; I miss parts of my times.


We're almost there with the Cupid of Love's spearhead.
Though the flow of zest seems to be evident, it is not true.
Shadow augurs the onset of first glow; the dawn show head
Warm and peaceful, fond of the wet branches that pursue.

Nature sighs softly as people join and those who yearn.
The white silk robe was draped over the luscious foliage.
I prefer to express my energy via harmony and yarn.
Nature, not spoilage, gave valleys a vast range.

Trees benefit our health by being alert, alive, and helpful.
The combination of air, dew, and grass creates a sense of bliss.
As a fervent believer and reaper, Praise the Sky entrust is vital.
The natural landscape soothes me, and I can unwind in peace.

The most thoughtful person who strives in the face of misfortune.
Even though nature envelops vastness.
Things have improved vastly now as the ego has been gone. 
Heaven, bereft of time, reverberates with beautiful richness.

God provides all we need; our hearts only want the finest.
The contrast between land and sky creates a hybrid in nature.
Let us sleep peacefully, enjoying the landscape at night.
We wanted serenity, so we went back to the creator.


Written: June 23,2021