An adventure into paradise, care to comment?Brook Side Manner
The sun scatters through flickering trees,
while walking beside a stony brook.
The forest is as beauty seen;
these eyes gaze upon in amazed look-
settled in this resting place a nook.
In that moment, of wonder had hooked.
The dampen moss jacketing the earth,
dwelling on dead elms and climbing the trees;
clings to rocks of fossil assessment.
The faint smell of freshness on the breeze,
a song of Spring sprout in budding leaves.
The dawn is full with a taste of glee.
The voice of crickets hiding within
the blades of grass dripping morning dew.
The sky painted in shades of pastel,
still waking to greet a sunrise new,
as the light colors fade into blue.
This set had an essence, this I knew.
Of bended knee to trickling sight,
to observe as the spring water flow,
it moved swift like the rush of the wind;
over each rock caused an undertow.
A life of its own is all it knows-
tranquility is what it bestows.
The trees that mingled of soft sun rays
captured to the purity I found.
Bringing clarity to this witness,
as heard from the brook is balanced sound-
a symphony to surround
the untouched wilderness of this ground.
Near off the distance a field of aged straw
bordered by the heights of evergreen.
This secret place seems so far from there;
protected by ferns banking to lean,
where this peaceful brook lives barely seen,
yet the majesty it holds is keen.
Black-eyed Susan's and daisies cluster
in a territory where the pastures show.
The woodland creatures scurry about
at the arrival of fawns and does;
plenty of room for them all to stow
in that field where the harvest wheat grow.
Lifting foot to follow its path down,
stirring the perched bird to take of flight,
in umbrella by the limbs above
watching feathered wings disappear by sight.
To be in this realm was a delight-
outer the world of society's plight.
Stately oaks home next to maples tall,
weeping willows swing amongst air.
The scenery embarks to transform.
Alongside this brook to who knows where?
A mystery to discover there,
traveling the path the water bare.
This quaint brook side passage tells a tale,
as seen on slopes to where water runs.
Frogs in leaping and lilies growing,
vision in glow of cascading sun.
All of nature together as one
bask and revel to what time has done.
Descending on natures slated steps;
two hands to pull back the thickened brush.
Roped hanging vines clutter the prospect,
foliage on the trail way very lush.
The noise of the brook begins to gush,
as looking over to watch it rush.
Growing wider with a steady stream;
speculating still, as where it guide?
From the mountain top to a ravine
uncovered the vision of my eyes,
revealing the splendor the water hides-
the brook was a waterfall disguised.
The water spraying like summer rain,
it poured from the top into a band.
Serenity in this crystal pool,
a true creation of the Lord's hands,
and in the charisma of this land
all the environment took a stand.
Founded by walk from a rivulet,
a hidden palace mannered untamed.
Breathing in the paradise of life
is purity holding heaven's name.
Never to find a fountain the same,
from a small brook side is where it came.
Dana Morales
I took the rhythm from one of Poe's poems, using A,B,C,B,B,B
It's 14 stanzas long.
I hope you all enjoyed the journey.
Posted by Yesu Ben
Wow Dana, the artist in you can certainly weave
A dreamland of this grand embroidery! Sheer talent my friend.
Posted by Aspira
I love this its so full of imagery and its beautiful, you must have worked hard on this. Its got such a good rhythm as well!
Posted by rebel monkey
Creates a beautiful place, full of wonder and serenity. Thanks for sharing it.
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