(2014)
#BlessingsSoul #Garden #Sun
A poem is something We truly believe in. It may be... A struggle for the mind For the heart a comfort
At dawn, when we suddenly awake, We feel the innocence of Blake. As the day unfolds, on struggling… There comes reflection, like roads… Upon reading stories of woe
You’re a firm Tree, and we love T… We’ll keep gazing you with glee. Solemnly standing Your branches are green no more Your whisper in the breeze
A feeling of nostalgia Seems to stay Overwhelmingly A flash of sweet melody Brightens the day
Soft rain drops falling on the gro… Celestial blessings around Purifying the atmosphere Offering us much joy here. Trees, animals and everyone
It is an ongoing witness It even was so Before we were born... It is a close companion Sometimes we don’t notice it
A cascade of emotions Descended upon me Since dawn cleared Until night came to me. I recalled the warm atmosphere
During the day and at night I keep treasuring the Light Which floods my soul Encouraging me above all To face hard moments
Birds fluttering their wings aroun… Quickly descend onto this ground To comfort an exhausted silent Be… That’s deprived of that blossoming… The little birds encircle the Bee
Stemming from an impulse Or a great wish maybe Now the poet sees himself Crowned his art and knowledge Around a distant ocean.
It’s embedded in a smile Truly spontaneous, heartfelt At every little while. It’s vivid in a warm hand—holding Always present over longing
It all comes from the heart And the enlightening of the mind Composing lines of art Under mysteries of the kind... It may be a relief from grief
On this avenue Trees speak to me And I listen to them Silently. They encourage me
A small garden on earth Born to a larger one Is adorned by rosebeds Where sweet—smelling roses grow In the colours of the rainbow.
Beholding that nice bouquet We cheerfully recall the day Of a sweet gift of purity Left for the Eternity. Watered with great care