I can't believe the school year is almost over!!! 23 days left! Not to mention its spring-time now! Spring is always one of the best times to write poems... Here are some of my favorite nature-related poems:
Two Halves of One Whole
The brilliant, radiant sphere
reluctantly slips into a deep slumber
in the multi-colored horizon.
Its last dwindling rays of light
kiss the Earth goodnight...
one last farewell before she rests!
Each fortunate object its feather-like kiss
reaches is transformed and altered eternally
in the oldest and noblest of metamorphasis.
More brilliant and amazing than any other miracle:
the light glistens off everything
and gives it a fairy-like glow.
The luminescent leaves exude a magnificense
and glory of their own, and creates
awe in the souls of all who witness their beauty.
Not one little thing is left untouched or unaffected
by the scarlet, setting sun
as she bids us all a good night.
And alas, shadows
creep from their corners
to claim their dues...
Dusk, Twilight, to the dakest
recesses of midnight;
the only light source is the moon.
Then out come the brilliant stars
to aid the failing moon
in driving out the previous gloom.
Both day and night depend upon each other,
balanced in a constant, everlasting, and intricate dance
each one, light and dark...
Working to create... Two Halves of one Whole.
Or, in other words...
Life.
Leaves of Every Sort
Waxy leaves and crumpled leaves
and leaves of every sort.
There's yellow ones and red ones
and even some green.
I've never seen so many
of these perfect little things.
There're veined leaves
and leaves with spurs,
and some smoothe to touch.
They flutter and they swirl
around and around.
The wind plays with
his newfound toys.
They whistle and they moan
I've even heard some groan.
But I like it best
when I hear their chitter chatter.
Every one of them has a story
they can't wait to share.
So their tales swirl about,
in no comprehensible way.
Simply filling the air with their chitter chatter.
Butterflies
They flutter about
Diving in and out...
Showing off for any who might pass by
on that brightlycolored path of flowers,
shedding happiness and hope
where ever thet may go.
Such enchanting beauty seems to stop the clock.
Nothing seems unimportant or unworthy of your notice.
Rather, you want to hold each little thing
in your hands and cherish it with all your heart.
Each brightly colored petal,
Each crumpled leaf that falls,
And especially each and every
Butterfly that flutters about!
Two Halves of One Whole
The brilliant, radiant sphere
reluctantly slips into a deep slumber
in the multi-colored horizon.
Its last dwindling rays of light
kiss the Earth goodnight...
one last farewell before she rests!
Each fortunate object its feather-like kiss
reaches is transformed and altered eternally
in the oldest and noblest of metamorphasis.
More brilliant and amazing than any other miracle:
the light glistens off everything
and gives it a fairy-like glow.
The luminescent leaves exude a magnificense
and glory of their own, and creates
awe in the souls of all who witness their beauty.
Not one little thing is left untouched or unaffected
by the scarlet, setting sun
as she bids us all a good night.
And alas, shadows
creep from their corners
to claim their dues...
Dusk, Twilight, to the dakest
recesses of midnight;
the only light source is the moon.
Then out come the brilliant stars
to aid the failing moon
in driving out the previous gloom.
Both day and night depend upon each other,
balanced in a constant, everlasting, and intricate dance
each one, light and dark...
Working to create... Two Halves of one Whole.
Or, in other words...
Life.
Leaves of Every Sort
Waxy leaves and crumpled leaves
and leaves of every sort.
There's yellow ones and red ones
and even some green.
I've never seen so many
of these perfect little things.
There're veined leaves
and leaves with spurs,
and some smoothe to touch.
They flutter and they swirl
around and around.
The wind plays with
his newfound toys.
They whistle and they moan
I've even heard some groan.
But I like it best
when I hear their chitter chatter.
Every one of them has a story
they can't wait to share.
So their tales swirl about,
in no comprehensible way.
Simply filling the air with their chitter chatter.
Butterflies
They flutter about
Diving in and out...
Showing off for any who might pass by
on that brightlycolored path of flowers,
shedding happiness and hope
where ever thet may go.
Such enchanting beauty seems to stop the clock.
Nothing seems unimportant or unworthy of your notice.
Rather, you want to hold each little thing
in your hands and cherish it with all your heart.
Each brightly colored petal,
Each crumpled leaf that falls,
And especially each and every
Butterfly that flutters about!
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