Beauty.
Lost in dense night of idle imaginings when
drowning in mind's stressful
abyss find Beauty whose reality restores
intent to climb up from the false.
Beauty hides in season's events, she lurks
behind avian melody,
shares with listeners her tune in streams,
whispers through rustling leaves,
lows as cattle feed, patters in drizzle and
sings duets with wind in eaves.
She freckles the paths of dappled woods,
patterns shells, clothes chicks,
colours dropped evening when sun sets,
paints mist on green hills,
ridges sand when tide ebbs, blankets wild
flowers round Spring hedges and
creates swept blue of forget-me-not skies.
Beauty magnifies gems to those watching
for nature's show, she bends
to suffuse peace this trainer of souls, like
rose-scent drenches air she
enters awed moments and there begets
pleasure in fresh observation
by displaying jewels to human perception.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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After running the race of young ignorance, overlooking nature's charms, we arrive here and begin an appreciation of the gifts surrounding us. Such a beautiful appreciation you give us today. How plain would our world be without those finer details you highlight like those sand ridges from tides motion, so easily overlooked but a mystery in themselves.
I'm drawn in to wonder yet more over the displayed jewels within your words here.
into my fav's.
Beautiful ....................... now gotta dash 🙂
Such wonderful words Fay, the beauty of Nature is so wonderful and every time I am with it, it astounds me even more, as do your words today.
Andy
I never knew there was so much in beauty. Well, I know now, by this good write!
A real appreciation of nature. Such a lovely description.
So calm
A serene beauty
A must for me to settle the chaos of mind
Thanks a ton for this soothing poetry dear Fay
Fell in love with these lines…
Super work Fay.
So full of texture, Fay. If beauty is in the eye of the beholder (not sure this is relevant, but still...) then it is good of you not to keep it to yourself.
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