Wind On The Hill
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
When we take the time to examine the beauty of the world around us, we are able to see parallels within our own lives. One who in tune with nature is in tune with the practice of living. Nature moves in a spiral as do our personal lives. It is important to spend time in nature because in this way we can become aware of its wisdom. If we ignore the beauty of nature and spend all our time in an urban jungle, our stress levels go up and we begin to feel as if we are made out of the concrete that we see all around us.
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
What a great poem! Life's a mystery and where the wind goes as indicated "Who knows?" And what changes are in store for our lives? Change comes to us from all directions in our lives like the...
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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.
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...
Come, walk with me into the forest's blessed abode,
To see the wondrous beauty the Earth has bestowed;
We'll bask in the surreal splendor that surrounds us,
And listen to nature composing the forest's grand opus,
I began writing "The Forest's Blessed Abode" about a month after I returned from a trip to Alaska and Canada, where I saw some of the loveliest forests and surreal scenery I have ever seen....
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Take a moment.
Put the worries behind.
Take in the beauty around.
Let it relax your mind.
This makes me feel the opposite of what I feel when I need to finish my hours of homework. This poem is a work of art that makes you feel so centered and calm. If this poem was my stuffed...
As I walk across the earth,
thousands of things I get to see.
Birds fly high, soaring higher,
and on the flowers I hear the buzz of bees.
I am 12 years old and I have written this poem as a love for the nature. I love indulging in poems and writing them. By my poems, I want to focus on nature and it's beauty.
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves crash into the rocks.
Out here there is no time on my clock.
Life is full of loud shouts of distractions and contradictions while the sound of focus is but a whisper. Nature, fortunately sings this silent tune of focus to ears that would seek her. The...
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Take a moment to notice
The beauty of the trees.
Sit and take a look
At the dancing leaves....
Can there be anything more lovely
Than the beauty of a tree?
Her leaves shimmering in the wind,
Dancing so gracefully.
All is silent, all is still
No one around to see the thrill;
Small, small light
A shadow moves...
Nature reflects the calm and the chaos in my life.
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