The beauty of our world, <br />now fills our poets mind, <br />words to form a nature poem <br />grow, to illustrate how natural, <br />how peaceful our world can be. <br /> <br />All must see how wild mountain <br />streams can flow serenely down, <br />no hard and jagged rocks to hurt, <br />just soft grassy slopes that fall, <br />gently, they softly tumble down. <br /> <br />They form a placid peaceful lake <br />where all still waters gather, <br />gaining strength to overcome <br />the storms of life to come. <br /> <br />All must sit quiet, listen for the sounds <br />that come trickling through to help the <br />rivulets of mind, form the seas of hope, <br />and the calm oceans of tranquillity. <br /> <br />Only then can flowers grow between the <br />hard rocks of reality, to let caring blossom, <br />fragrance of sharing multiply, and the love <br />of beauty touch, to form years of peace <br />throughout all the people of our world. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />07-07-2009<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poets-life-3/