We don't appreciate the natural beauty.
Overlooking the misty meadows,
Orange looking horizons in the distant skies,
A remarkable feat of beauty,
To see with one's own eyes.
The sounds of a bird's dawn chorus,
Which is lovely to be heard,
As their parents gather and forage,
To feed their little new born birds.
We don't appreciate the natural beauty,
With all its sights and sounds,
All the birds and insects flying,
And the animals upon the ground.
You need to get out early in the mornings,
And you will be surprised in every way,
With the natural beauty,
Which surrounds us every day.
Written by David Boyce
21 April 2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This reminds me of W H Davis' poem 'Leisure'. The commitment, rhyme and the portrayal of nature and its beauty is just flawless. Thanks a lot, David.