Green leaves flutter in the breeze,
Warm sun shines down to gild them,
Its dappled rays splash through the trees
As if pure joy had spilled them.
Far above, the blue sky shines
Vast as imagination
Surpassing beauty none can find
Than the beauty of Creation.
Springtime with its flower crown,
The wreath of autumn berries,
Winter sends its crystals down,
And summer skies make merry.
Not for the love of wealth or gain,
However they astound me,
Would I remove to any place
Did nature not surround me.
Let me not live where stone-grey walls
Devoid of life may numb me,
For sorrowful would be my days
Should you take the green leaf from me.
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When I say I needed this poem, I NEEDED IT. I'm more of an inside girly, since I hate being outside, around mosquitoes, bugs, stuff that makes you itchy and so on. I need to touch grass. And after reading this poem... I might go outside today.
''Warm sun shines down to gild them,''
I'm not a big fan of the sun since it hurts my eyes, and because my head also hurts, and it almost always burns on me, but I do love sunsets. Looking at how the sun sets with such beautiful oranges, and yellows, and sometimess even purple, it just feels so pretty.
''Far above, the blue sky shines''
I do enjoy looking at the sky. Blue is also one of my favorite colors, and especially when the sky is mixed with the pretty fluffy clouds.
''Let me not live where stone-grey walls''
Yep, thank you for telling me that I need to touch grass.
Very great poem!
Great work, WinnyWriter! I too cannot live if not a single green leaf were near me. I have always felt a strong connection to nature, especially to mountains and valleys. I loved the beautiful way you described the seasons and it was a pleasant experience to imagine them all. I could never understand how people can live away from the marvels and nature and I love how you depicted the stone walls and the numbness we feel when being surrounded by them. This poem has actually sparked inspiration for a future poem I plan to write, so I thank you for your help! I hope to see more of your work soon!
Hello, My Friend!
Hope you're having a good day/night thus far! I spotted this poem in the Green Room and thought to give it a lil' review, hope you don't mind!
Oh wow, this poem is beautiful!! Not only in the imagery it builds, but in the message you've conveyed through it. The love of nature, and the desire to live therein. Maybe I'm crazy, but I think there are plenty who can relate to this feeling, and I do love when a poem is able to touch on shared emotions and experiences!
*ahem* As far as a more technical review goes, I have no recommendations to make! This was lovely as-is ~
Now, if I were to pick a favorite part, ooo...That's tricky, I mean this whole piece is glowing! But...
I REALLY enjoyed this part! Touching on each of the seasons, with such gorgeous and very fitting visuals...Ah! Love it! Nature really has a way of standing out year-round, doesn't it?
I also loved this part! Not just the refusal to be where nature doesn't seem to exist, but with the mention of wealth and gain, that hit for me—it felt like a rejection not just of living in some industrial jungle, but a rejection of the arbitrary things that so often lead us to disconnect from nature (or exploit it) in the first place. But of course, that's just my interpretation, I could be way off-base here lol.
Overall, that was such an enjoyable read! Nicely done, and thank you for sharing this!
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