Typical Day

Typical Day short poem prose poem

Staring out of window
admiring nature’s awe

Picture full of perfection
sans single evident flaw

Indolent tepid sunshine
streaks daubed with gold

As if time has stood still
to treasure and behold

A lone cloud high above
seemingly gone astray

Winding its way towards
blurred horizon far away

The trees swaying gently
with gusts of mild breeze

Laden with ripened bounty
caught in a timeless freeze

Flock of nomadic herons
scouring swamps for feed

With leisurely indulgence
for plain subsisting need

So much there to capture
and everlastingly preserve

A deep sense of utter bliss
we often fail at to observe

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Positive thoughts conveyed with economy of words and yet such a relevant message.. captivating writing @sunny-chopra

Saurin Desai

we fail to notice not just nature but also its destruction

Robert Haigh

Nicely described. I love the beauty of nature, and often go walking in the countryside with a camera.


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