The Beauty Around

The Beauty Around short poem

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With fruits and flowers bound
There stand the mighty trees
Bent with the touch of nature
And covered with the beauty of love
As when upon a trance summer night
You are seen as a green of peace
Tall oaks charmed by the earnest stars
You gave me the relief of love and care
So I dream and dream all around
Making myself clear about your charms
But now I truly understand
That you are the most needed
You gave me everything I need
And been a life supporter
To show my deep love
I care for you with my heart
The sweetest buds with the modest pride
Slanting in the curve aside
Their scantily leaf and tapering stem
Gave me the truth of all
Opened my eyes and heart to the truth
That you are unique
That makes the beauty around I see
I finally opened up to understand
Of how beautiful the life is
All you have to do is hear and follow
The voice of your heart and nature
Then the hand of nature lifts us
Into the greatest heights beyond imagination.

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An exquisite poem of rare sensitivity. A simple but deep poem.

Raghavendran Ramachandra Rao

A lovely poem indeed. It opens up the vista of beauty and charm Nature provides us in a unique way. All one has to do is to open his or her eyes and survey the surroundings to enjoy the world of charm that lifts our lives from the routine and mundane.



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