a little flower bud
trimmed in pinkish ball gown,
minus the golden stud,
I peek my swirly crown.
Just for this promenade,
I will unfold my whorls-
poems in petals arrayed,
adorned with tiny twirls.
Blooming in tender spells,
I avoid impish trick
from wanton fairy belles,
with thorns I, too, can prick.
The world, I appreciate:
the hills, valleys and plains.
The love that they radiate
for man, it still remains.
To everyone who reads,
this little flower says,
“Do this life some good deeds
before the world decays”.
Man and nature interact and we are part of nature, not separate to it, despite what others may think and say. Nature is not ours to do as we please with. We are just one aspect of nature. If we destroy nature, we destroy ourselves. Thank you for highlighting this.
thank you as well for visiting and reviewing
indeed a potent poem for a great deal of inspiration
I hope the world sees this 🙂 My gratitude for your uplifting comment.
What a great message your words have expressed.
thank you so much for a great review
This poem has a powerful message. People need to do more for this world.
thank you I hope so.