MORNING WALK

MORNING WALK


Going for a morning walk
Amidst the verdant trees,
Flowers seem to smile to me
In the fresh morning breeze.

Their speech is silent yet they
Convey to me they are
Nature’s little angels sent
From the heavens afar.

Their bright yet soothing colours
All over do abound,
As if many rainbows have
Descended to the ground.

It’s a pleasure to feel the
Petals with drops of dew
Shining in the morning rays
To greet the flowers new.

It’s a pleasure to savour
Their scented fragrance fresh.
The smell of the tender rose
Does the spirits refresh.

It’s a pleasure to hear the
Call of the mating birds
And that clicking of the buds
Breaking into flowers.

It’s a pleasure to taste the
Dew drops like nectar pearls,
As also the sweet berry,
So pungent, the tongue twirls.

The above sensations are
No match to those of mind.
Amidst nature close to God
Myself I truly find.



• Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format

* It was initially posted as item 712398, which was deleted and replaced on 13 March 2005 by entry 334375 in MY POETRY BOOK, {item: 948400}. Reposted as independent item on 19 December 2007.


M C Gupta
18 June 2003