The Mystery of Nature
Amazing poetry by a talented writer.
Believe, each day is full of mysteries,
And even when the sky seems blue and bright,
The shadows cast by giant maple trees
Evoke the visions of the cryptic night.
One doesn’t notice pearls of morning dew,
Pierced ruthlessly by subtle verdant blades;
And nature’s beauty may give us a clue
To when the brilliance of this moment fades.
The roses murmur secrets in the dark,
While nightingales sing them serenades,
And whispering of ghosts until the lark
Upon the gloomy, dreaming world cascades.
The night and day, the stars, and leaves of grass
All have their magic, which one can’t describe,
And even though wildflowers seldom last,
As long as beauty lives, they’ll here abide.
Thank you so much for the reblog!❤️
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You are welcome dear Veronica. I liked your verbal poetry too. Verbal poetry is the future of words.
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Dear John, it’s delightful to know you enjoyed the verbal presentation, as well! Poetry becomes even more beautiful when read aloud. 😌
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I agree. I do three poetry reading monthly. Good to be able to share your work with fellow writers. I been listening to the poet Bukowski. He showed us. Our words must be honest, true and heard.
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