Enjoy a poetry about Mother Nature. |
The heavenly eye rises at the east Awakening the sleepy beasts The morning coffee brewing The early birds chirping Welcoming the dawn of a new day The oil on the pan sizzles in heat Sunflowers in the valley sway to nature’s beat The laughter of children in the air The lazy cat still in its lair Tranquility blankets the countryside The last crow from the rooster Marks the start of ploughing for the farmers Engine of a tractor running The rhythm of busy bees buzzing A day of activities comes to life The screeching of chalkboard in the school Challenges the croaks of the toads by the pool Scent of baked potatoes can be detected soon With the light breeze of a sunny afternoon No doubt makes a happy lively village The church bells ringing in merry There’s the bride getting ready The father walked her down the aisle Her eyes fixed on her groom with a smile Two more lovers in the world united now The final school bell rang The song of freedom the children sang The hounds sticking out their tongues The farmers breathing out their lungs An afternoon of a napping siesta The humming gossips of housewives over a cup of tea The evening wind whispers tunes to the birch trees Children sneaking to get a handful of cookies A girl by the fence playing her music A fine evening for the heart and soul The heavenly eye sets in the west It is time for the world to rest The shepherd leading his flock into the pen Into the house the children they went A buzzing village came to a settle The farmer sweating over a day’s work The hills and mountains covered with murk Lights flickered through the windows Smoke appear through the chimney hollows The night is coming Clanking of forks and knives at the dinner table The silent prayers offered to the altars The instrumental band of crickets filled the night Fireflies hovered around luminous lights Darkness was not a feeling but only a sight Children getting ready for bed The owl searching for her mate The stars flirted with innocent girls The moon beamed down on this little world It’s just another day by the countryside If you have the time to smell the daisies by the window pane If you got a moment to spare to stroll down the rocky lane If you could take a minute to hear the nightingales sing If you rather talk to a friend over a drink Your life is complete |