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The Forest's Blessed Abode
- Published: December 2017
Poem About Beauty Of Forest And Trees

in Beauty of Nature Poems

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,

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,
As sounds of whispering trees and burbling streams,
Send our minds wandering into a poet's lovely dreams.

We'll walk where sunlight sets the forest's leaves aglow,
Weaving open paths to dapple golden light on all below;
Where trees shade us from summer heat and harsh rays,
Freeing our minds so we can see Mother Nature's ways,
Of creating nurturing sanctuaries for life dwelling there,
To shield its tender wards from storms too hard to bear.

Come sit beneath the glowing embers of an autumn tree,
Whose rich hues are a natural wonder many come to see,
While colorful leaves glide down in a whirling course,
Like embers breaking loose from their flaming source.
Glowing for a moment as if falling to their ending fate,
Instead, nourishing Earth for rebirth into a new state.

The wintering forest seems to be a still, desolate place.
Yet, under the snow and autumn leaves of a tree's base,
Beats the promising pulse of new life that patiently waits
For spring's warmth and rain to open wide nature's gates;
Roam with me under the trees standing strong over it all,
To watch them quietly sleep until nature's beckoning call.

Let us stroll in spring's forest where we will reap
The joy of Earth awakening its children from sleep,
And hear life's chorus and watch its offspring grow,
As waking trees renew their canopy over all below;
Come share with me the forest's spirit at rebirth,
So we too are reborn within this temple of Earth.

Every now and then let us answer the forest's call,
To come see life's beauty and the miracle of it all;
If we listen with our hearts as we walk among trees,
We may understand the message carried on a breeze,
For us to blend with the forest's spirit so it will beguile
Us into walking under its lovely trees for just a while.
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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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The Wind's Grand Opus
- Published: May 2016
An Enchanting Poem Celebrating Nature's Melody

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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,

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.

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A Brilliant Golden Ray
- Published: January 2009
in Sister Death Poems

One morning under a clear blue sky day,
There was a crisp November chill in the air,
As the sun shone down in a brilliant golden ray,
Upon all the sweet flowers and people gathered there.

One morning under a clear blue sky day,
There was a crisp November chill in the air,
As the sun shone down in a brilliant golden ray,
Upon all the sweet flowers and people gathered there.

The fall leaves gently rustling with the breeze,
Whispered soft sounds that soothed the soul.
Birds flew on silent wing amongst the trees,
Singing sweet melodious songs as if to console.

Although it was a day that was heaven sent,
It was tinged with a sadness few want to face,
For beneath the beautiful sunny sky was a green tent,
Sheltering a flower-draped coffin at its resting place.

Inside a beloved sister now silent, cold and still,
Lying in eternal slumber over her waiting grave,
As loved ones gathered to witness God's will,
And to speak kindly of the warmth that she gave.

The priest spoke verses well used over many years,
Assuring all she is with those who've gone before;
As loved ones tried to see through blinding tears,
And offer prayers for a new soul on a distant shore.

A loving sister spoke of her good and kind heart,
And of the care given when loved ones were sick or sad.
She talked of friendship and of bonds there from the start,
And of a warm generous soul for which she was glad.

With a final loving glance and nothing more to say,
She was laid to rest beneath the green sod with care,
As the sun shone down in a brilliant golden ray,
Upon all the sweet flowers and angels gathered there.

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A Wondrous Sight

There are many wondrous things in life that are visible or invisible to the naked eye. Most of us begin life with love, nurturing and bring joy to those waiting for us to be born. As we journey through life, we make connections that contribute to each other's lives; becoming part of memories and may even play supportive roles that help shape our lives or character. Many believe the spirit continues after death and reunites with those waiting on an eternal shore to embrace us with joy and love.
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Life conceived unseen by the naked eye,
Growing in dark solitude seeking light,
Unaware that love patiently waits nearby.
Finally bursting forth to a wondrous sight,

Life conceived unseen by the naked eye,
Growing in dark solitude seeking light,
Unaware that love patiently waits nearby.
Finally bursting forth to a wondrous sight,
Of incredible beauty and colorful gleam,
And adoring expressions on tender faces.
Seeming more like a breathtaking dream,
With jubilant voices and gentle embraces.

Sheltered and guided as life's journey begins,
Learning what is right and what is wrong,
Punished, yet forgiven for most little sins,
Discovering that love is life's sweet song,
Learning to have respect for others and self,
Being kind and supportive to those in need.
Storing lovely pictures on memory's shelf,
That plant deep in the soul a special seed.

For wisdom grows along life's winding trail,
From experiences that are often redundant.
As some ventures succeed, while others fail.
We either feel life's blessings are abundant,
Or we're filled with utter, hopeless despair.
Throughout our life's span we learn to cope,
For we come to realize love is always there,
Offering us support, compassion and hope.

As life completes a journey to the setting sun,
In an eternal march through a speck in time,
Life seems over before it has hardly begun,
Ending long before some reach their prime.
Although it's not how long, but how one lives,
That remains a part of our family and friends,
For memories and love are the gifts life gives,
And is what sustains until life's journey ends.

When time comes for the final rest,
And death darkens life's shining eyes,
Loved ones with sorrow in their breast,
Weep and lay flowers where a body lies.
Some know another journey has begun,
Across the sea to a peaceful white shore,
Where light shines brighter than the sun,
And love waits from all who went before.

Life finished as seen from the naked eye,
Soul roaming into darkness seeking light,
Wondering whether love awaits nearby,
Finally bursting forth to a wondrous sight
Of incredible beauty and colorful gleam,
And adoring expressions on familiar faces.
Seeming more like a breathtaking dream,
With jubilant voices and gentle embraces.
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Poems by Belinda Stotler

The Forest's Blessed Abode

The Wind's Grand Opus

A Brilliant Golden Ray

A Wondrous Sight