Natural Beauty


A blade of grass amongst the meadows,
Bewildered sight of distant pedals,

A fawn approaches, quaint, so slowly,
Heartbeat pulsing, sound is motion,

The stream it glistens, refreshes those,
Parched from travel, nature’s trove,

The fields are lush, green but void,
The wind blows calmly, without a noise,

The flowers breath of pollination,
Scent of beauty, attracts creation.

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4 thoughts on “Natural Beauty

  1. Wow! I love you poem, and especially the last stanza:
    The flowers breath of pollination,
    Scent of beauty, attracts creation.
    ———
    Thanks for sharing such beautiful lines.
    KInd regards.
    FGM

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