O dear passenger, do you not see the beauty of the nature?
Let take a good look, towards the heavenly creature.
It is called the mother nature, she has an eternal beauty
This is for us to enjoy, but her protection is also our duty.
We all have a certain time, there after we have to leave
If you don’t feel the nature, what goal do you achieve?
O dear passenger, look at the flowing river, glitters in the sunlight
Look at the green forest, some trees are small, some are giant in height.
O dear passenger, the modern passenger, you are so wise
Have you ever seen in the morning, the beauty of the sunrise.
The song that birds sing to welcome the dawning of a new day on this planet
The bird’s song is more beautiful and effective to your ear than a sonnet.
In this moment, you are filled with awe at how nature bring(s)
That makes you to think “doing good to others (silently) like the spring.
O dear passenger, daily passenger, you do face the six season(s)
Every time there is a variety in everything, what is the reason?
Mother nature deals with us, to enjoy her beauty in various way
Leads us to rest so gently, if we wish to go or to stay.
Do you smell the luscious fragrance of flowers, and the cool wind blow?
O dear passenger, do you see at night the moon is enough to glow?
O dear passenger, do you see the insects, they are flying?
See over the open blue sky, the white clouds are lying.
Do you see the green cornfield, the colorful universe around you?
Now, are you able to feel the nature, or there is nothing any new?
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Author:
Ali (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The nature is called the art of God. I have written this poem being fascinated by the nature's beauty in a memorable dawn of my life. The picture that is attached with the poem is captured by myself in that very morning. I couldn't explain the beauty of the nature properly but have tried my best. I love the nature most❣.
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This very Rumi which i enjoy very much
Thanks ❣
Thanks for this poem, Ali. I liked the metaphor of myself (and presumably the rest of humankind) as passenger on this earth and it's Nature.
The trouble is that after the way humans have treated this nature, we are in for what, for some, will still be a big surprise!
So many thanks dear, yes in the early days we, the passengers don't care the nature and ignore it's eternal beauty. If we take a good look we have the heaven already in the beautiful nature.
Thanks for reading this.🙃
So beautiful a write. Your imagery is fantastic I Ali. Awesome photograph. Great job. ; )
Thanks dear poet! ❣
Wonderful words and photograph I Ali. Being at one with nature is so wonderful, I am with it much of the time of my life and am always humbled by its beauty.
Andy
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"Nature is art of God."
Thanks for your pleasant comment dear 😊
~ Ali
You might like this poem by Rudyard Kipling:
When Earth's last picture is painted.
Rudyard Kipling.
When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died,
We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it -- lie down for an aeon or two,
Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew.
And those that were good shall be happy; they shall sit in a golden chair;
They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets' hair.
They shall find real saints to draw from -- Magdalene, Peter, and Paul;
They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all!
And only The Master shall praise us, and only The Master shall blame;
And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame,
But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They are!
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