Category: Nature Poetry

Who Am I?

And yet another nature poem from several years ago. I do love nature.

Who Am I?:

Dark is the night,

Bright is the day,

Rolling are the hills,

Rocky are the mountains,

Swift is the wind,

Gentle is the breeze,

Dark and bright,

Rolling and rocky,

Swift and gentle,

I sweep by,

I hover you,

I fly by you,

I am of this world—and not of it,

I show it to you with the light,

And I protect you.

Nature

One of my nature poems written several years ago.

Nature:

The winds of time blow through the land,

The water of ages past rushes along its many rivers and streams,

The oceans and seas rise and fall—they cast their occupants about,

The sun beats down,

The moon glows bright white,

Nature’s people rush here and there for a storm comes on,

And so Mother Destiny intervenes and saves us all.

Beauty of Land and Sky

A 2007 nature poem.

Beauty of Land and Sky:

Skies open up to let out the new day,

Sun shines down with golden rays,

A clear blue sky is shown today,

Winds ruffle the trees,

The air sweet as orange blossoms,

The trees with perfect brown trunks and green green leaves,

The ground covered in green grass soft to bare feet,

I look around me and see beauty throughout the land and in the sky,

And wonder how can this be—this beauty of land and sky?

The Animals’ Magic of Life

Another 2008 poem about nature.

The Animals’ Magic of Life:

The sun sets in—letting the moon come awake,

The sunrise comes about—the moon leaves her home,

The animals awake from their deep slumber—coming forth from their dwellings,

They chirrup and yawn and make their own special noises as they rise with the sun,

They scamper here and there—throughout the meadows and prairies—through the trees,

They spread their magic of life everywhere,

The animals rise with the sun,

They settle in with its setting,

And so another day goes by,

Their magic disappears with the coming darkness,

No light of their magic of life shows in the darkness,

It hides itself—fearful of the darkness—and scared without the light.

River Runs

This was written in 2005 also.

River Runs:

River runs high,

River runs low,

River runs fast,

River runs slow,

River runs clear,

River runs dark,

River runs over the land to its own mark.

The Desert

Written back in 2005 on a poem-writing spree.

The Desert:

The sands of time cover the land,

The dunes are high,

They tower like the ancient mountains that have never been seen,

The sun beats down on the earth,

It burns brightly,

It scorches the earth,

The heat is year long during the day,

There is terrible cold during the night,

The stars shine brightly in the open sky,

The sky and the land show their wildness,

And reflect it in the people.