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Spring Girl

Met this lass named spring
She wore a princess dress
blushing pink as dawn
merrily she strolled
through fields and bawns

She sang to the trees
them green, some bloom!
As she touched the flowers
beauty burst forth.

She called out!
creatures came
together

She smiled
I felt…

absolute bliss!

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Hues of dawn

The dawn is fragrant with a ruby rose,
Golden shining sun shyly winks

Such pretty flowers sing
I watch as stillness flings

Footprints follow like a shadow as I walk
Never saw, never felt, a moment so calm

Brightened beats stage a warm heart
Wealth of music, words, fine art.

On the wings of time wounds fly
A rage swallowed with no sigh.

This earth is so lovely
Why then our sad story?

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I went hiking

Up I went hiking among the soul of clouds
Hoping to catch the sun seeds in my palm
As petals sing a lullaby it gets so real and
I cast my heart into the stream of its melody

The brook is cutting through the boulder
with every single precious beat
set sail the worries on a willow
as meadow fairies hoist the breeze

In silent conversations with the heavens
relaxing on a log that’s been expertly hewn
I can hear the patchy sounds of the horn
ushered by a gentle zephyr

Time to descend and collide with obligations
The plastic smiles replacing imposing nature
Walking around, with the fake crowd,
As if pretending to be alive!

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Mother Nature

Mother nature is a pandora’s box
Full of miracles and luscious knowledge

She’s the teacher of arts
The source of all sciences

Many mimic her beauty
To exploit her charisma

Some learn her laws
To decipher her secrets

But they fail to attain her wisdom
For the wisdom belongs to God’s creation

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A Sunny Morning

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Water gushing down the rock so fast
Mind watchful on thoughts so vast

The rays falls on the water
Reflections of colour dance on its alter

The grasses whisper in the wind
As bee’s flirt with their nectar

I feel the silence of time gone by
Makes the outside world seem a lie

Beauty and sound wash the mind
All negatives left behind

The sounds of nature in my head
Recharges my soul for times ahead

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A lazy Sunday

A small fish, swam up to stare,
the sun’s converging ray.

Reflected in the rippling lake,
trees trembled, nebulous and gray

Sitting by a bubbling brook
watching the rabbits play

Tea poured from a copper kettle,
and cookies wait in a porcelain tray.

Bird sang melody, sky turned blue
nature’s beauty on display.