#natures
Warm sunrays enlightens the garden
The daisy bush captures her vision
They welcome her softly
Subtly.....
With their milky velvet petals
Swaying to the delicate melodic winds
From a short distance. ....
Gestures her to come closer
She saunters along the emerald grass
As her lily white cottoned dress
Trails....
towards their prestine presence....
Alas....
With hands outstretched
She grabs hold of them in bunches
Inhaling pleasant soothing scents
Inviting her into a warm embrace
As if to say
"your welcomed with grace..."
They nestled into her bosoms
Releasing natures comforts
She smiles.....
from the peace it bestows ..
To her tender heart.
Copyright Afeisha Ifill-Wright 2026
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 8:44 PM UTC
The rain
cleansing the soul
initiating new life.
A transparent glaze
making its way
down the body.
The harder it comes
the more rapid
the cleansing.
The softer the touch
the more
the desire.
To huddle away
avoiding the washing
only addresses fear.
To approach with
open arms
is to be anointed
By it's beauty.
To respect
is to understand
To avoid is
to lack nourishment
'From the Rain'
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 4:31 PM UTC
Just look at the Trees,
Hear the buzzing of the bee's
As the birds are flying,
in the Cool, day breeze,
Feeling good and at ease,
Pollen will make you sneeze,
with No Stress or worries,
Fresh air so just breathe.
Nature's Finest of
the mountains so high,
Standing tall as if
to reach the sky,
Just walk along
the water stream,
as the water is moving
as if to a dream,
Look around at all the green,
God Creation, Is such
a beautiful scene,
The skies are blue,
The Sun is warm,
A perfect temp
Who could as for more
This is what you get
In the great outdoors
He made the Oceans
the Lands and the seas,
Animals of all kinds, and
you and me
Nature's Finest
Oh, can't you just see,
a place of
Calmness and Serenity!!!
B.R.
Date: 8/24/2025
Aug 24, 2025
Aug 24, 2025 at 11:15 PM UTC
Staring out into the crimson sky
the westbound sun melts into the horizon.
A red and gold puddle of translucency,
blends into an ocean
of majestic purples and blues.
Pinpoints of light begin to appear
as day succumbs to night.
I stand in silence,
near to tears.
Wondering where you've gone.
The radiance of the emerging moon
shines a beacon into the vastness.
To no avail.
I know that you are gone.
And unlike my faith in dawning sun,
I hold no hope of your return-
Upon the morning.
Jan 5, 2025
Jan 5, 2025 at 11:34 AM UTC
The dirt still knows you and me as it squirms under our toes, and the old bells up the steeple of the forgotten chapels resting behind the hills sing tarnished songs of friends we loved and lost.
Ancient rivers, our hide away, under our confidante, the shifting sky, our secrets lingering there still with faithful boulders that cushioned us.
We were arms that cradled each other while we set to walk on a wire stretching from our innocence to our dreams against the gusting wind and blowing doubt.
At times we made it and saw storms retreat and run for cover, and other times we smile bruised and wounded grateful for the lessons we have learned.
Down by the river, where the world is hushed, and shadows draw sharp breaths and bite down hard on us with their gaze, you'll find me nailed to time awaiting your return before the dusk descends, I pray.
Make haste, find your way back to the place we’ve seen eternity, and where tomorrow talks to us. Our refuge where promises hang their eyes on us and spread their arms wide. There, we are orphans with no yesterdays. There where our hearts cut through tears. With our hands out we could
dream without end.
If you don’t find us there, friends lost in me, if yours knees still could, feel the wind, it’s still dappled with memories.
Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 12:14 AM UTC
Watching the frozen water vapor,
Ice crystals, falling from the clouds,
Towards, the cold hard ground,
With a strong wind, blowing, in every direction,
Spinning them in circles, all around.
One of nature’s most beautiful sights,
As they arrive for their landing, so gently,
Never making a sound.
When the sun shines down, on everything,
Covered in white, it brings a hypnotizing, trance,
With it, in the air, everyone always stops,
Their day, taking a few minutes and stares.
A snowfall, slows the pace of life, for everyone,
To experience, enjoy, and see, as it covers, all
Generations, reminding us,
The most beautiful, wonderful feelings, in this life,
Come naturally, simple and free.
The original: Tom Maxwell © 02/17/2024 A.D.
Feb 18, 2024
Feb 18, 2024 at 2:47 PM UTC
who re-marrowed this hollow tree ?
thought themselves of mythology ?
processed death into the dying **** ?
blunt blackened hope
buttering up what god ?
what mischief maker ?
: Loki the crow with his promethean nose ?
covering his crooked actions
the defiling of a life
murderer
a coward of failed coupling
congress a night down the pub
the gender polar pair collided
sottish upon their union
genitals bragging through urgent gaps in clothing
but that urgency deflated
it muttered away
he felt baited
and
humiliated
he committed to ******
crude amateur throttling
a ***** sogged brick
an indiscreet botch up
and a stolen wheelbarrow
to ferry her away
'The Mourning Tree'
despondently sifts for nourishment
its gummy combs of branches
sashing particles from the night solution
the tree ; a cavity
too verrucose and fleshy to whittle the winds
or fife a tune
a rubbery craggle foreign against the landscape
should rather make out its' habits
off the floor of a deep sea trench
roughing in the corpse
head first down the gullet thirstily
skirts up and claustro
between spread limbs
to ***** puckle in the hollow tree
evicting the bird of Minerva
‘whoing’ into the charged sky
blooded over
the night blackens further
brooding on the event
who re-marrowed this hollow tree ?
married themselves to a mythology ?
force fed life engorged within deathly seed ?
upended crime in lieu of a sacrifice
he offered a glass of woman
to oder the night
he strummed teasing fingers
raked them humming
through the heady resistance of the air
electric creeping warmth over the skin
erecting the hairs
museum silence
an arena as fraught equal between magnets
clouds cut the moon
moon cut the eye
sinful kiting to mend a link
ramblings kinked
he makes sparking incantations to the gods
one scatting madman
one corpse woman
that same bled night
where the furrowed fields
meets natures disarray
children approach this woodland border
children with empty baked bean tins
that they joined with lengths of string
trying to reach out their ears
extend their timid range
to sprites, nymphs, pucks or faeries
an older kid strikes up a cigarette
one of the younger ones squats to ***
and be mocked
one brave girl of ten years
runs a tin and the line into the woods
it jerks taunt after about thirty paces
she wedges it in a tree fork and runs back
the children crowd the receiver tin
spooking themselves
eavesdropping
upon the hollow wisdom of small gods
that mask their shame in the dark
Aug 20, 2023
Aug 20, 2023 at 6:29 PM UTC
These fallen leaves
echo strange tragedies,
as roots rot, on the spot
and time’s fury does not
seem kind enough to stop.
Tiny green things, browning
and disintegrating,
as humans move to change
despite the desire to stay the same,
shedding memories like a lamb’s coat,
losing layers and layers to
our own frailty.
Mortality is the knife at our throat.
Fear is the thief of time,
and time is the rogue
who pilfers everything
we think we know or own.
The tree will go on but we won’t
leaves will come and go,
like the season’s melting snow
and all the rings inside the tree
will marks the passing of everything
including me.
Jul 11, 2021
Jul 11, 2021 at 9:45 PM UTC
nature is healing she said
i said, we both in the healing process.
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 9:04 AM UTC
_When he move
Like cloud in the blue sky.
His tears are raining like acid rain.
Who wants to ruin everyone.
Because a divine soul became like ghost.
The **** of nature made him like this.
He was a hardworking farmer.
Used to work day and night,
to get two breads.
But the wrath of nature,
snatched him family from him.
Living with this broken heart,
committing suicide as a burden.
Today his move like cloud in the blue sky,
his tears are raining like rain,
he screaming loudly in the blue sky,
The spirit has aroused in him now,
divine soul became like ghost._
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 10:15 AM UTC
Many a time in subtle and other ways nature tried to warn us.
Spewing fire from mountain tops flooding the land, water rising in high waves from the ***** of the ocean.
Black plague it sent now a tiny virus.
Not a lesson have we learnt not a line understood.
While building tower of babel, it is said misunderstanding was sown in our midst, to stop us from our task.
We still build tower's that touch the clouds and dig deeper than the deepest valley.
Forgetting that simple living is the best.
Want not more than your hand can hold,
a bed to sleep a roof to protect from the cold, it was ment to be thus.
Greed and false pride got us here forgetting that all we need is 6 feet of space our final resting place.
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 2:16 AM UTC
rising up from wet lush soil
bursting with bright colors
fashions grown from tiny seeds
creating fields of flowers
thriving in the golden rays
each petal in perfect place
blooming with God's best design
enjoying nature's grace
wind rocking them to sleep
through night's solitary hours
they awaken just in time
to soak in April showers
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 4:14 AM UTC
I long to taste a sugar plum off the ****** tree,
walk in the field of golden grass just to feel.
I want to feel the sugar plum tree, high at stake and bright with sweet bumble nests.
We all talk about apple trees, but why not the plum tree?
Gracefully swaying it's branches in the summers light.
I long to taste a sugar plum, laced in sweet white crystals.
The juice flows through our mouths, fresh, cold, and sweet.
Deep colors from it's roots to it's leaves, we have brown, light purple to dark purple, which we call plum, green delight how beautiful it is in my sight. I want a sugar plum, to bite into it's fruitful dismay and lay on natures green bed, so soft, so gentle. Stare into the clouds watching them gently float by, a cool breeze of sweet air swishes amongst my earthly face as i fall asleep under the sugar plum tree.
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 12:36 PM UTC
A tremble in the stillness
Disturbs the reflecting glows
Presages a message from the gently
disturbed surface,There is comedy in the tragic.
There is dignity in human shame.
There is irony in mundane normality.
We just have to find it.
That's how we'll make it through
A peaceful song upon my life.
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 4:04 AM UTC
Change is our Nature
Natures can Change
Nurture Change by
Being Good Natured.
(Being Good to Nature).
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 7:04 PM UTC
#*Nature sings a song, melodious and sweet
In colours brown, yellow, green and
blue
Resplendent the rainbow arcs
In every hue
Replenishes the soul
Joyous, the heart
Dances to Nature’s Beats*#
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 9:22 AM UTC
#***Drenched in diamonds
The Soaked silken necklace
Jewels of Nature***#
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
Tremendous pressure
Between two trees
The pressures of autumn
Which crinkles the fallen, forgotten, leaves
And cry beneath our feet
As we grind them slowly back to the earth
Unknowingly, she knows
And drinks it all in
Like a summers mead
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC
With horizons like shoulders
Stands the image of the self
In the self-perceived mind
Until called like ringing
The mountains asleep
Undisturbed in dew and time
So the woodsman knows and is awake
To the truest of nature
The societal eyes
And at the feeling of ever
Need it depart
He flies
Into the mountains to live a life spent alive
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
Mockingbirds
Looked me and started laughing
I said what happen?
Mockingbirds dances and flew
In the breezy clouds
Whispering to each other
Saying to sky wonderful weather
And he is inside the door
Drinking and lighting cigarette
come out dear!!!
Lethargically no gain
Chill out outside!!!
Run and jog
Thrive hard...
Enjoy beauty!!!
Look orchard and dews drop
And think is cigarette is better than nature's wine art? If yes
Get back to sleep
And wither and dry
In the dangerous polluted air..
Think just think!
Listen to your heart
Go for fresh start
And cheers the daisy smile...
Lotus and Lilly
After all
They also enjoy
If you enjoy them...
Unpluck them and stare the beauty
Beautifully with love looks...See the magic...
Slowly magnetically more attached emotions
Develop in nature's heart...
And natural disaster may vary significantly
...
..
cherished nearby nature
Protect them
Love them
...
Mockingbirds again came to me
Gazing lovingly
And smiled and smiled...
And again flew to vast sky...
With no boundaries.
Just love and contentment
..
...
...
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 12:35 AM UTC
I told the swifts they’d got it wrong
I watched them glide and dip and play
The sky was of the richest hue
Without a the slightest hint of grey
But slowly as the day wore on
The clouds began to blot the light
And doubts began to fill my head
Could the swifts have got it right?
Of course they had, why even ask
No confusion in their feathery heads
The clues were plain, the signs were clear
The rain would come, as soon as said
And so it did, with lightening flash
With thunderous roar and constant pound
With drops the size of apricots
To slake the tired and parch-ed ground.
We mustn’t doubt our fellow creatures
They feel things that we’d never sense
Watch for signs and **** an ear
And bow to Nature’s sapience.
Stuart Williamson August 2016 ©
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 7:17 AM UTC
Storms never bothered me as a child.
I use to love to put on my bathing suit,
barefoot, and jump in all those puddles...
Mom would make me come in if it was lightning.
But with lightning came thunder,
so I would run inside at the first crack.
My mom use to tell me that it was
the Angels bowling.
I'm sure every mother told there kid that.
I know I did...
I loved storms when we were out to our cottage.
Because the waves were raging, and I remember
standing outside with my dad and all the
neighbor guys, discussing this storm. With
a beer in there hand. I never had fear back then.
When my kids were little and a storm was a brewing.
We lived in a duplex, with no basement and
we would take the kids, and our bird down
to our neighbors basement.... I still wasn't
afraid of storms... the kids, and parents we all
played pool, some dance...it was like a party...no fear...
Now, I live by the weather mans report.
I have a program from each tv station on my phone,
and the weather station, even an app for tornados.
But it's not fun any more... I don't go run in the rain
barefoot, or jump in puddles, but I try to keep a bottle
of wine in the frig, a snack or two, and set stuff up
in the bathroom for two....me and my dog buddy.
I'm in the tub, he curls around the toilet...
no fear... well maybe a little bit...
by ~ judy
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
Cool down
Absorb by nature
To stay awhile
For a little bit longer
As the wind pass by
The Green Leaves of Natures
Dances through the rhyme
Bask of time
Get awe and wonder
Thrilled in trill
As you would admire
To climb the highest falls
A glance of it
For a foretaste of good time
Would not be a kiss goodbye
It’s a treasure of a lifetime
An hour of silence
Let your dreams remind
While you’ll be captivated
As yourself search inside
It’s beauty
It’s pride
As you are surrounded by
And embraced by nature
created on 11-30-2013
note: Tagbibinta Falls is located in Maragusan Davao de Oro
or former (Compostela Valley Province).
A nature made and one of the great tourist spot in Davao de Oro ( former Compostela Valley Province)
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 6:08 AM UTC