Green Mountain




On a slope of green mountains, towering into the sky, 
colourful birds with their soft, sweet chirps fly by. 

Lofty steep slopes giving the clouds a push, 
hidden in a corner, standing in all serenity, a delicate rose bush.

Through it’s thorny bushes a mysterious view, seen, 
down the blurry steep valley green. 

A misty, verdant, sloping trance like a dream,
startled with a soft splash of a polite stream. 

Fractured sunlight through branches escape,
as all of us have a destiny, to live out our fate. 

Lighting up the rose bush and the tree tops,
now glittering golden with scattered dew drops.

Peace and quiet amidst the thin mountain air,
so much nature and elegance around to care.

A beautiful rose bud opening up to greet the newly fallen rays,
with a few dried leaves and flowers, the wind plays. 

Seeing the sun, beautiful, hidden foliage with a smile come out,
they have every reason to shine and never to pout. 

As the little foliage carry out their day, with zeal and vivacity, so free,
they leave behind tiny pollen to carry out their legacy. 
-Sanaya. 

Comments

Ogie the ogre said…
So much beauty in nature do your words uncover sweetly
Sheer happiness it is to read your poems
And dwell in that beautiful world blissfully

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