One fine autumnal afternoon, I set out sauntering <br />Along country paths that lay rugged and meandering <br />To see Nature, not in her cultivated ostentatiousness <br />But in her stark nakedness and innate loveliness <br /> <br />Passing fields of corn with golden ears <br />Peeping out from their leafy covers, <br />I entered the woods with trees of sober yellow and green <br />That with a medley of life presented a lovely scene <br /> <br />Here Nature wore a rich golden livery <br />And the sky above was seen decked in clouds silvery <br />I could still hear the bark of squirrels from behind the maize <br />Busy gathering corn and nuts for the lousy winter days <br /> <br />Files of pigeons flew higher into the air <br />And twittering black birds created such fanfare <br />Robins fluttered chirping from bush to bush <br />Wild herons took off on their wings with a swish <br /> <br />From tree tops, songsters were singing merry notes <br />In the glades was grazing a flock of deer with white dots <br />Some trees had fruits hanging in oppressive opulence <br />While some were clad in leaves of orange, purple and ochre <br /> <br />In the vast bosom of the woods was a sequestered pool <br />Motionless and glassy it lay with clear waters cool <br />Now and then with small undulations and circular patterns <br />Reflecting the shadow of trees and etching queer tattoos <br /> <br />Lost in that secluded quiet, I stood for long <br />Losing count of time with lovely scenes clustering in throng <br />Each time when those sights came before my eyes in queue <br />In me a hundred blossoms unfolded in their crimson hue<br /><br />Valsa George<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-nature-s-serenity/
