When trees work, all we see
are blooms and sweet fruit;
the ocean’s labour is seen
in chalky shells strewn astray;
the oyster is paid, not in pennies
but in iridescent tones of pearl.
Dew hangs to the leaf, in tranquil
stillness at the start of a day;
birds sing to their joys
even as their mouths hold onto grub;
the peacock’s love is a proud dance
on nimble legs, a poem in motion;
Nay, even the lowly dog runs
as swiftly as the gazelle, wide-eyed.
When all nature labours thus
In grace and beauty,as works of art-
Why do men live the way they do,
with wrinkled foreheads and drooping eyes?
Aren’t we Nature’s children too?
Glad to share that this poem won me my very first blog award! Thank you, all my dear friends @ Promising Poet’s Café for this honour!I am also happy to nominate Ravenblack for the Perfect Poet’s Award, read the poem to know more of its sensitivity and elusive appeal! 🙂
Thanks to everyone who visited my blog and for ALL those comments! Truly, I am on cloud nine!:)