Beauty of Nature Poems - Page 2

Walking towards a wishful dream,
By your side a crooked stream,
Above, the clouds are fluffy cream,
No longer do you want to scream.

The air, it smells so sweet.
The birds go, twitter tweet.
Soft grass to place your feet.
You groove with nature's beat.

Out here, there are no cars.
Out here, there are no bars.
Nighttime brings you Venus, Mars,
Uncountable amounts of stars.

Take it all in friendly stride,
Don't ever feel you have to hide.
This is where you reach inside,
And spread your wings; feel them glide.

Your life is yours, not theirs to take.
Light a fire by the lake.
Always love, with whom you wake,
Never let your friendships break.

Always live without regret.
Don't give up, not now, not yet.
Know the future isn't set.
Appreciate what love you get.

I know that nature's trees are tall,
There's some you cannot climb at all-
Full in Spring 'til Autumn's Fall,
Covered in a winter shawl.

And as the seasons come and go,
You'll see the stream begin to grow.
Filled by your whole life you know,
Carried in the winds that blow.

Listen to the song it sings-
Love and peace is what it brings.
Sharing all the little things,
Smoothing over dents and dings.

That what living's all about.
Never fill it up with doubt.
Look real close to find this out-
Always seek the kinder route.

And you will see, my oldest friend,
This dreamy life, it has no end.
There's always more beyond the bend,
Nature's hand, a limb, to lend.

Leaves fluttering on a gentle breeze,
Within the forest of whispering trees,
Makes sunlight gracefully dance there,
Upon the ground and everywhere.
Dappling streams with sparkling light,
Catching the colors of birds in flight,
Giving flowers a lovely surreal glow,
Rousing our spirits with nature's show.

Nightfall gives the forest a mysterious allure
As trees become shadows of what they were;
Soon a chorus arises deep in forest thickets,
From the croaking frogs and chirping crickets,
Blending in the whip-poor-wills' lonely calls,
With the owls' echoing pleas in forest halls,
As fireflies scatter light upon a dark palette,
All beneath the mystic forest's starlit coverlet.

Nature's melodic sounds are sure to enthrall,
As life's songs peal within a forest cathedral.
Nature adds the wind's timbre with a breeze,
Or the rain's resonating rhythm through leaves.
Merging with rippling sounds of forest streams,
All serenading restless minds into daydreams
That comforts those who seek refuge there.
If only they'll listen while in the forest's care.

Thoughts become gentle among natural sights,
While our spirits entwine with forest delights,
Enticing us to hear life's natural gifts of mirth,
Inviting us to see the wondrous beauty of Earth,
As nature stirs feelings some cannot determine;
Yet, the subtle answers lie in a forest's sermon,
Urging us to listen to instincts we once knew,
To walk lightly on Earth as other creatures do.

The wind whispers to the waiting trees,
A special summons to rouse their spirit;
Strumming their branches with a breeze,
And swirling the leaves to add some merit,
As the wind composes a bewitching song,
That makes us happy the wind came along.

The wind's breath lifts birds on silent wings,
High above the treetops and hills with ease,
And when they hear the song the wind sings,
They alight to rest among the rustling trees,
Where they must satisfy their longing desire,
To add their lovely voices to the wind's choir.

The wind coaxes the green grasses to sway,
And stirs wild flowers into a rhythmic dance;
As if answering the wind's call to come play,
They offer soft murmurs that surely enhance,
The joyful chorus of the wind's beautiful song,
That grows more enchanting as it goes along.

Over the deep oceans of lore the wind blew,
Seeking more sounds from the sweet Earth,
So it whipped up the waters of the ocean blue,
Creating thunderous crescendos of great worth,
That perfectly blends into the wind's grand opus,
Which awakens and inspires a spirit within us.

Over the mountain peaks the cool wind blows,
Traversing with forlorn hope over lonely terrain,
Through rocky crevices and snowy trees it flows,
Creating a haunting and eerie wailing refrain,
That adds a bit of sorrow to the wind's song,
Touching the hearts of all as it travels along.

Sometimes the wind grows in howling anger,
Gathering dark clouds with thundering sounds,
Warning all with lightning of growing danger,
To all the human edifices and life it surrounds,
Compelling us to listen to its meaningful song,
That humbles and reminds us where we belong.

The wind's song was born when the Earth began,
Caressing its many splendors and various terrains,
As it played nature's instruments long before man,
Creating a continuous song of wondrous refrains,
That bewitches and humbles as it journeys along,
Until finally the Earth is no more and ends its song.

Awoken from my nightmarish dreams,
The sounds of wind howling,
Its fists beating against my windows.

Branches scraping,
Like fingernails against the chilled glass.

Shadows creeping across the room
seeking, searching,
a lost child.

Wind howling still,
Like the ongoing, mournful cry of a wolf,
baying at the full moon.

On and on cries the wind.
Forever searching for ears to listen,
longing to be heard.

It's ethereal,
the way the sky paints itself.

Some days,
it is a crystal blue,
clear and serene,
As if spring had come and never left.

Some days,
it is a raging gold and orange,
fierce and brave,
as if passion itself was set ablaze.

And some days,
it is a mournful grey,
somber and morose,
as if weeping for the world it looks upon.

But I love those skies
that look like they're singing you a lullaby.

Those skies that glow with the spectrum
after troubled storms.
Those velvet skies
that are hued with shades that exist
outside our meager imagination.
Those ethereal skies
that make me think
of cherry blossoms and butterflies.

And when I stop for a moment
to look up at the heavens,
I am filled with wonder.
Because these skies,
they fill me with hope
and reignite those romanticized ideals
that have run aground
in the sands of tedium and monotony.

And I know that someday
when this world is gone and washed away,
these skies will still remain
with our wishes painted on.

I love a lonely winding road
That takes me where I cannot see
Until each softly rounded hill
Reveals its landscaped mystery.
Where nature's stage creates the plot,
What ever the scene may be.

I love the crocus call in spring,
The first to wake from winter's sleep.
Translucent bits of ivory joy,
So patient under snow banks deep,
'Til they can lift each star like face
And proudly nature's rhythm keep.

I love the fiery autumn hues,
Too harsh to bear in gentle spring
But welcomed by the strident wind
That makes the mighty pine tree sing,
Freeing the crimson leaves that dance
Like bright birds, high on wing.

I love the wonders of this world,
The secrets nature guards so well
From those who have no time to spend,
Who will not lift the ocean's shell
And listen to the murmured tale
That each one has to tell.

Fresh breeze and snowcapped peaks,
sky inked with pale blue.
The water at the lake is crystal clear,
the green grass, cows silently chew.
The little girl at the lowest hill
is seen plucking flowers:
red, blue, yellow and purple
all seem to have some kind of power.
The clouds are moving at a snail's pace,
and all seems so quite and peaceful.
Everything is mesmerizing
that away from it you cannot be pulled.

The sun sets across the horizon.
The shadows grew.
Mesmerized by the colors,
The yellow and orange hues.

The angler by the lake
Silhouetted and concealed by his background.
The water glimmers against the light
Like a new jewel found.

An eagle swoops down,
Trying to catch its meal for the day,
Oblivious to the darkening sky
Searching for its pray.

As I stared out my window,
I sucked in its beauty,
Took up my paintbrush
And started to paint the wonderful scenery.

What used to be an empty wall
Is now filled
With my silhouette and sunset picture,
Just for your viewing pleasure.

I long for the wild
To feel the wind upon my skin like a thousand soft kisses,
its fingers through my hair like a passionate lover.
I long for the wild
The sweet smell of pine, dirt under my feet,
quakies, quivering, as their branches dance on the breeze.
I long for the wild,
the roar of a river,
the sound of water making love to the shoreline.
I long for the wild
to lay upon velvety grass, bathing in the soft glow of moonlight,
gazing up at the stars, to feel small.
I long for the wild;
it calls to me like a mother calls her child to come home.

I watch the waves crash in, breaking on the shore.
All their anger dispensed on the ocean's floor.
I look at the sky so blue, sun shining so bright,
Spreading heat and happiness with its blinding light.
Long blades of grass swaying in the gentle breeze,
Dancing in rhythm with so much ease.
Look up at the trees, hearing the singing of the birds,
Happily chirping, singing at ease without words.
Sitting here holding my knees to my chest,
Watching and hearing nature at its best,
I ponder how Nature could get it so right
When we have let Nature's lessons get so out of sight.
We hold our anger, let our happiness slip away,
Making our survival a struggle each and every day.
We have forgotten the little things that mean so much,
Like the laughter, the freedom, and someone's loving touch.
If only I could make people stop, watch and listen to Nature's tale,
We could all sit back happily and our world would not be so frail.
In each other's existence in harmony we could all survive.
I'm sure like the sun, wind, tree, and birds our lives we could revive
If only we let nature take its course in each and every one of us each day and night,
As I sit and ponder how Nature got it so right and we lost all sight.