No one can tell me,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
Beauty of Nature Poems - Page 2
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No one can tell me,Featured Shared Story
Yes, I absolutely love this poem. It just reads so beautifully and really grabs you as soon as you begin to read it. I just love anything that describes nature and weather and makes a person...
Poem About The Wind's Music
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,Featured Shared Story
Thank you for sharing this poem with all of us. My family recently lost my father-in-law. He was battling cancer and in his last few hours, I decided to read some poems to comfort him along...
Painting A Picture With Words
Analysis of Form and Technique
If I could take a brush and paint the mountains and the moors,
I would splash the hillsides yellow and cover them in gorse.
I'd take the finest needle and the darkest thread of green
And sew a line of bracken along the landscape. In-between
Mindfulness With Nature
I watch the waves crash in, breaking on the shore
All their anger dispensed on the oceans floor
I look at the sky so blue, sun shining so bright
Spreading heat and happiness with its blinding lightFeatured Shared Story
Today is the world environment day, As I love and protect our environment, I like to read poems on environment and I searched, so jubilant to see , I found this nicely fabricated impressive...
I am from morning dew cold against small bare feet
and birds chirping a beautiful song
From nature that sounds like the most beautiful orchestra
I've ever heard, opening my tired eyes to the world.Featured Shared Story
Today's poem that uses the "I am from..." line is an instruction I was given for an essay in a retirement center's writing class a while ago. I wonder if that's what prompted Patterson to use...
Poem About My Longing For Nature
I long for the wild
To feel the wind upon my skin like a thousand soft kisses,
it's fingers through my hair like a passionate lover.
I long for the wildFeatured Shared Story
We owned a 3 season cottage many years ago. It sat halfway down a steep hill. Behind were the woods with hickory and oak. In front was a long grassy slope that edged the lake. Facing west as...
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