#naturalist
True, the sugar tops
sweeten everyone's mouth.
Hold onto the salt though
let's not lose out.
Pinches of sea salt
dancing smash hit
deep down the sea floor
ace extracting ice cores,
boom, the clouds form high,
show the upside is sky!
Jubilant cumulus pop
only crystal clear vibes
let the wind see through
that sings the rhymes.
Oops, it's not always a blue sky
wispy white clouds turn dark.
The storm soars the larks fly low
busy men down the trees
seek refugee for a mo.
Sticking my head under a roof
pondering me find a room.
Is this 'smash hit high sail
of the clouds rising from deep core,
all is gone in a blink of a storm'.
Not far in the sky
nor deep down the sea.
I see a raindrop on a shining
flower before me.
Something more to tell
very closely!
Jun 6, 2022
Jun 6, 2022 at 7:34 PM UTC
Take a look at a flower that we adore
And observe this precious creation to the core.
Those tiny petals free themselves from the bud
And bend towards the ray of light
Workshipping sun to stay on sight
Though sunlight is absent at night.
Day by day this flower blooms
Revealing its beauty even in gloom
The production of honey sweet scent
Introduces us of its own patent
Attracting those diligent bees
Flirting with vibrant butterflies
To generously share its honey product
Cause life is all about giving without doubt!
A blooming flower; a genuine wonder
Asking us to thoroughly ponder
How significant its existence in nature
Teaching us not to stop hoping for the future
As this flower will not stop blooming
Until its growth has fully matured.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
Till 12, I was with the Moon
By 6, appointment fixed with the Sun
And, the diary repeats
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 9:45 AM UTC
Imagine the days
Spent playing endless charades,
With a ****** of crows
Holding court on telephone poles.
Flocking like the masses
To attend the evening classes,
Of a mystical educator
Renowned for his knowledge of nature.
They listen as he speaks
Of the glorious mountain peaks,
The rivers with their bends
And how nature always tends,
To invoke the imagination
Of even the most civilised of nations.
Cultivated in sin
Our society begins,
To crumble before our eyes
And with technology on the rise
Will I be left here to despise,
The remnants of my peoples glazed and absent eyes?
Technology has stolen,
Rampaged, ripped through, broken.
Conversations we once had
Now left to the distant past.
Why don't you ask me about nature,
the cosmos or the sea?
Why does everything you talk about
Emerge from MTV?
I don't care who's got the fattest ***
Or the biggest **** you see?
All I care for is mother nature
And spirituality!
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 6:56 AM UTC
Transcend from society, eject into space
look in the mirror and you wont see you face
eject from reality into the great green plains
in the woods, is their a god?
in the woods, you don't think hard
oh sweet mother nature, transcend me from space
O' sweet, let me see your face
for the time has come, to float all above
past fake gods, past the cosmos
into to nothing where non- existence takes place
then you will never see your face
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC