It gives us life and the serene blissfulness
Of a new day
It gives us peace and with it beauty lies
In its calm and psychedelic trance.
The mild wind plays with it,
Gives it, its ferocious form
The wind makes it move to its own tune
Swaying to its increasing momentum.
The branches bow low in honor
Of the majestic stance they feel
Overwhelmed by the power of giving
For it gives us all it has and takes away our fears...
Washes away our sins
And leaves us pure..
Like the gold in the hands of an alchemist!
5 comments:
nice thoughts
the power to give, without expecting anything..
im sure youll keep coming up with great poems like these..
btw, the recession is for the rich
i mean fr those who only care about money,
poetry comes from the heart right?
hey...how are you?? well, long time coming, i guess...
anyways. wrote a new post and remembered some people who were the old ones for my blog...read it,if u can...
P.S. nice post. but sincerely and affectionately, try writing like ur first posts, they used to nice and cajoling...
Like gold in the hands of an alchemist!
Awesome!
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