The woods stretched across, black and bare, <br />With the sounds of screeching, hushed and still. <br />Gentle blew the cool autumn wind, <br />Wafting the scent of blossoming blooms. <br />Half unveiled the moon in her throne, <br />As the fleecy clouds drifted past. <br />Luminous whirled the glow worms round, <br />The glamourous sentries of the night, <br />Flashing rings of spiralling light, <br />They illumined another ‘Deevali Night’. <br /> <br />The solitary tramp, wounded and scorned, <br />In life’s ignoble, battering strife, <br />Wended his way through the forking paths, <br />And down he walked the mazy lanes, <br />Away from the buzz of city marts, <br />Far from the den of beastly men, <br />Sick of the world’s wily tricks, <br />And weary of its perfidious deeds, <br />To be sheltered in Nature’s sylvan abode, <br />And enclosed in her shaded fold. <br /> <br />Giant Oaks in deep emerald green, <br />Hung a canopy above his crown, <br />The tuft of grass over the ebony mud, <br />A tight knit, woolly carpet spread. <br />Below the verdant roof, he lay, <br />Dead to the world and deaf to the scoffs, <br />Oblivious of his festering sores, <br />And numb to every distressing thought. <br /> <br />Carolled by the flutter of quivering leaves, <br />Caressed by the murmur of soothing breeze, <br />Courted by the amorous stars in sky, <br />And away from the tumult of deadening sounds, <br />He stretched his limbs and eased his mind, <br />Loosened his sinews and heaved a sigh. <br /> <br />Sweet Slumber, with her balmy touch, <br />Sat near him and played her part, <br />Down he slid into caverns deep, <br />Of sleep’s silent domain, slammed to pain, <br />To dream of a life, he never lived, <br />To sing a tune, he never hummed.<br /><br />Valsa George<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-s-bounty-5/
