Beauty Of Nature
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch
Was glorious with the sun's returning march,
And woods were brightened, and soft gales
Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.
The Lake.
The sky changes,
Clouds appear,
The atmosphere tenses,
An eerie feeling and fear,
I walk through the forest,
An alley way of trees,
I walk with tentative steps,
On a path made out of leaves,
The...
A Ribbon Of River...
A trickling ribbon,
Of liquidised silk,
Rippling softly-
A sapphire milk. Upon the surface,
Sunlight gems dance,
Golden sunshine spills,
Whilst the sparkles enhance.
Gemstone Paradise
With a clenched fist I crushed amethyst,
In the palm of my hand lies purple sand,
The wind blew a kiss,
Upon the ground it did land,
Imagine a beach made of this...