Poetic Verses
Checking those senses
That golden sunlight in the very early morning
The blue sky whose whose colour the ocean reflecting
Those silky white clouds sailing across the sky
Depicting such beauty, any also too a mystery
There is such a wonder and is alway an attraction
That is so captivating to hold such attention
Bringing on such a feeling of of such a great delight
Thus thanking the creator for that sense of sight
How can one forget that distinctive sound of the birds
That piercing and too annoying chirping of those, as it gets on the nerves
But the pleasing humming sound of the buzzing of the bees
As they travel from one set of flowers to the next, on those trees
That flapping noise made as the wind ruffled the leaves
Sometimes a squeak from the branches as the bob and weave
Such a thing to admire be it far away or near
Make one appreciate the fact that one is able to hear
How relaxing a stroll, as one can take with such ease
One can decide to run, if the occasion required that need
There as one move along enjoying the work of nature
How easily it is for the mind to record a picture
Those many scenes observed when on that walk
Provide enough information about which one could talk
There is no doubt, that such a feeling one can enjoy so much
Because there would many thing there that one may touch
Also too along the way there is the aroma of ripening fruit
The birds and bees coming around to enjoy the juiced that ooze out
No do to that look of happiness comes across as the face
As there is that temptation to pick and have that taste.
The blue sky whose whose colour the ocean reflecting
Those silky white clouds sailing across the sky
Depicting such beauty, any also too a mystery
There is such a wonder and is alway an attraction
That is so captivating to hold such attention
Bringing on such a feeling of of such a great delight
Thus thanking the creator for that sense of sight
How can one forget that distinctive sound of the birds
That piercing and too annoying chirping of those, as it gets on the nerves
But the pleasing humming sound of the buzzing of the bees
As they travel from one set of flowers to the next, on those trees
That flapping noise made as the wind ruffled the leaves
Sometimes a squeak from the branches as the bob and weave
Such a thing to admire be it far away or near
Make one appreciate the fact that one is able to hear
How relaxing a stroll, as one can take with such ease
One can decide to run, if the occasion required that need
There as one move along enjoying the work of nature
How easily it is for the mind to record a picture
Those many scenes observed when on that walk
Provide enough information about which one could talk
There is no doubt, that such a feeling one can enjoy so much
Because there would many thing there that one may touch
Also too along the way there is the aroma of ripening fruit
The birds and bees coming around to enjoy the juiced that ooze out
No do to that look of happiness comes across as the face
As there is that temptation to pick and have that taste.
