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Poem on Nature in English
1. The Healing Power of Nature
Far famed the grand old forest,
As the one whose name it bears;
Calling, calling to the weary.
To lay aside all cares.
And come and rest, where Nature
Her blessed boon can bring,
Of health and strength and calmness,
In all and everything.
There is healing in the wildwood.
Near the cedar and the pine;
There is healing in the songbird,
‘Tis a tonic, more than wine.
The soughing of the pines can lull you.
To a quiet few can know,
For you’re nearer to the Father;
These are gifts he would bestow.
And so, when the grand old forest
Sends forth a call to you.
Obey the summons and answer;
‘Tis the least that you can do.
For the renovation and needed rest
Will be given in hospital here.
Or, rather, in God’s free sunlight,
Where the cedar and pine are near.
….Leonora Milliken Boss
Rippling brook and flowing stream
In the sparkling sunlight gleam,
Making merry faces beam
With their gladsome story;
Soft their music floats away,
Where the evening zephyrs play,
Where the siren singers stay
In their verdant glory.
See blest virgin Nature smile,
In her queenly robes the while;
Man of earth she would beguile
With her flowing tresses.
Bright her face with blooming flowers,
Sweet the odor from her bowers,
Fresh her sparkling April showers,
Mid her warm caresses.
Hills and valleys robed in green,
Winding rivers flow between,
There the rustic rocks are seen
Where the water splashes;
On the rising silvery spray,
Rainbow colors seem to play,
Painted by the orb of day,
In the sunlight flashes.
Soft the kisses of her lips,
Sweet the honeydew she sips,
From her hand of mercy drips
Every single blessing.
With her arms embracing me,
I am safe as I can be,
When I come on bended knee,
….B. E. Warren
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Stretch above land, into their peak,
It is the sky, they constantly seek.
In the far distance, we notice their height,
A view from the top – spectacular site!
Closely positioned, to form a range,
Human eyes, won’t notice them change.
Not a prisoner, to immediate time,
Challenges many; unforgiving climb.
So much more, beyond their beauty,
Sheltering species, that is their duty,
Mountains are members, of the nature we know,
Way at the top, they often have snow.
4. A Still Moment
Take a moment.
Put the worries behind.
Take in the beauty around.
Let it relax your mind.
Watch the golden glow
Of the rising morning sun.
Embrace the peaceful aura
Of the break of dawn.
Savor the soft caress
Of the gently moving breeze.
Listen to its nifty tune
Among the swaying trees.
Enjoy the lovely scene
Of a floating butterfly.
Graceful flight and happy tweets
Of a bird perched up high.
Peruse the evening sky
In its dazzling splendor.
The wide and open pallet
Merging shapes and colors.
Relish the loving sight
Of children having fun,
Skipping feet and carefree voices
Under the setting sun.
Spare a still moment
Every once in a while.
Take in the beauty around.
Take it in with a smile.
….Abimbola T. Alabi
5. To Daffodils
Fair daffodils, we weep to see
You haste away so soon;
As yet the early-rising sun
Has not attain’d his noon.
Until the hasting day
But to the evensong;
And, having prayed together, we
Will go with you along.
We have short time to stay, as you,
We have as short a spring;
As quick a growth to meet decay,
As you, or anything.
As your hours do, and dry
Like to the summer’s rain;
Or as the pearls of morning’s dew,
Ne’er to be found again.
Short Poem about Nature Beauty
6. To a Butterfly
I’ve watched you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! Indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless! – not frozen seas
More motionless! And then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!
This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister’s flowers.
Here rest your wings when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We’ll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
Sound the Flute!
Now it’s mute.
Day and Night;
In the dale
Lark in Sky,
Merrily, Merrily, to welcome in the Year.
Full of joy;
Sweet and small;
Cock does crow,
So do you;
Merrily, Merrily, to welcome in the Year.
Here I am;
Come and lick
My white neck;
Let me pull
Your soft Wool;
Let me kiss
Your soft face:
Merrily, Merrily, we welcome in the Year.
8. Buttercups & Daisies
Buttercups and daisies-
Oh, the pretty flowers,
Coming ere the springtime
To tell of sunny hours.
While the trees are leafless,
While the fields are bare,
Buttercups and daisies
Spring up here and there.
Ere the snowdrop peepeth,
Ere the crocus bold,
Ere the early primrose
Opes its paly gold,
Somewhere on a sunny bank
Buttercups are bright;
Somewhere ‘mong the frozen grass
Peeps the daisy white.
Little hardy flowers
Like to children poor,
Playing in their sturdy health
By their mother’s door:
Purple with the north wind,
Yet alert and bold;
Fearing not and caring not,
Though they be a-cold.
What to them is weather!
What are stormy showers!
Buttercups and daisies
Are these human flowers!
He who gave them hardship And a life of care,
Gave them likewise hardy strength,
And patient hearts, to bear.
Welcome yellow buttercups,
Welcome daisies white,
Ye are in my spirit
Visioned, a delight!
Coming ere the springtime
Of sunny hours to tell-
Speaking to our hearts of Him
Who doeth all things well.
Famous Poems about Nature
9. The Psalm Of The Woodsman
Blessed is the man that loveth Nature,
For he shall never be lonely!
Yea, though he loseth himself in the forest
He is still in the midst of friends.
The trees stretch their arms in protection;
They invite him under their shelter.
Their roots take hold of the mountain
Like the stakes of a tent set firmly.
The moss on the bark is a compass
To tell him whither he goeth;
It points his direction as surely
As the guide-board out on the highway.
The winds and the clouds are his servants;
He knoweth their course in the season.
Yea, the tree turns its face from the tempest.
So the burden of branches is southward.
The beasts and the birds are his comrades;
He knoweth their signs and their habits.
He knoweth their challenge of anger.
And their milder language of mating.
The rivulet calls him with laughter.
And the pool is his only mirror.
He looks, and the beard on his bosom
Is blended with moss on the cedars.
He knoweth the roots that are wholesome,
And the edible barks and the berries —
The camas that holdeth no poison,
The celery and rice of the lakelets.
Yea, blessed the man of the mountains!
And thrice blessed is he if he follows
The trail that leads over the summit
On the highway to regions immortal.
The years hang as light on his shoulders
As the grizzled wings of the eagle.
They are only fanciful burdens,
For they help him to fly away.
His is the calling courageous:
He blazed the trail for his children.
His footprints are waymarks of safety
And his bones are a guide to the living.
….William Steward Gordon
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10. Lovely tree
wild winds of winter combed
your black and twining hair.
When dawn blinked
softly capped in ermine,
star-kissed with diamonds.
Wind’s sharp breath caught in his throat
and sun, stricken sun,
can’t turn his eye from you.
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11. There Will Come Soft Rains
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
Poems about Nature and Peace
12. Wind On The Hill
No one can tell me,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
It’s flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn’t keep up with it,
Not if I ran.
But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.
And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.
So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes…
But where the wind comes from
….A. A. Milne
13. The High Trail
I’m sick of your mobs and machinery,
I’m weary of second hand thrills,
I’m tired of your two-by-four scenery,
Your nice little valleys and hills;
I want to see peaks that are bare again
And ragged and rugged and high,
To know the old tang in the air again
And the blue of the clear western sky!
Once more in each fibre and fold of me
I feel the old wonderment brew,
And again has the spell taken hold of me,
The spell of the mountains I knew;
So the city means nothing but slavery,
And my heart is like lead in my breast,
And life will be stale and unsavory
Till I stand on the hills of the west.
Let the homebodies “hobo” and “rover” me,
Poor plodders, they never can know
How the fret for the hills has come over me
And the fever that bids me to go
Away from traditions gone mouldering,
Away from the paths overtrod,
To the place where the mountains are shouldering
Right up to the Archways of God!
With wind and the weather beating round me
Up to the hill and the moorland I go.
Who will come with me? Who will climb with me?
Wade through the brook and tramp through the snow?
Not in the petty circle of cities
Cramped by your doors and your walls I dwell;
Over me God is blue in the welkin,
Against me the wind and the storm rebel.
I sport with solitude here in my regions,
Of misadventure have made me a friend.
Who would live largely? Who would live freely?
Here to the wind-swept uplands ascend.
I am the Lord of tempest and mountain,
I am the Spirit of freedom and pride.
Stark must he be and a kinsman to danger
Who shares my kingdom and walks at my side.
Poems about Finding Peace in Nature
Tenderly on the parched brown earth
The rain falls gently singing,
And with its freshness, to the dearth
Of the dry ground, new beauty’s birth
As a friend’s face when seen again
Sets the heart-pulses ringing;
So the desired delights of rain,
Joy to the desolate weary grain
And when its grace has thrilled the ground,
From that dark grave upspringing
Its soul within the flowers is found,
On delicate odours all around
16. Merry Autumn
It’s all a farce,—these tales they tell
About the breezes sighing,
And moans astir o’er field and dell,
Because the year is dying.
Such principles are most absurd,—
I care not who first taught ’em;
There’s nothing known to beast or bird
To make a solemn autumn.
In solemn times, when grief holds sway
With countenance distressing,
You’ll note the more of black and gray
Will then be used in dressing.
Now purple tints are all around;
The sky is blue and mellow;
And e’en the grasses turn the ground
From modest green to yellow.
The seed burrs all with laughter crack
On featherweed and jimson;
And leaves that should be dressed in black
Are all decked out in crimson.
A butterfly goes winging by;
A singing bird comes after;
And Nature, all from earth to sky,
Is bubbling o’er with laughter.
The ripples wimple on the rills,
Like sparkling little lasses;
The sunlight runs along the hills,
And laughs among the grasses.
The earth is just so full of fun
It really can’t contain it;
And streams of mirth so freely run
The heavens seem to rain it.
Don’t talk to me of solemn days
In autumn’s time of splendor,
Because the sun shows fewer rays,
And these grow slant and slender.
Why, it’s the climax of the year,—
The highest time of living!—
Till naturally its bursting cheer
Just melts into thanksgiving.
….Paul Laurence Dunbar
17. The Beauty Of A Tree
Can there be anything more lovely
Than the beauty of a tree?
Her leaves shimmering in the wind,
Dancing so gracefully.
The strength of her mighty roots
That grows deep into the earth.
She’s weathered every stormy gale
For all that she is worth.
Standing tall, resilient
With her branches lifted high,
She refused to bow, to break or bend
But reaches upward to the sky.
The beauty of the strength within
As she held her head up high.
Her strong resilient spirit
Grew wings and learned to fly.
18. A Prayer To The God Of Nature
God of the roadside weed,
Grant I may humbly serve the humblest need.
God of the scarlet rose,
Give me the beauty that Thy love bestows.
God of the hairy bee,
Help me to suck deep joys from all I see.
God of the spider’s lace,
Let me, from mine own heart, unwind such grace.
God of the lily’s cup,
Fill me! I hold this empty chalice up.
God of the sea-gull’s wing,
Bear me above each dark and turbulent thing.
God of the watchful owl,
Help me to see at midnight, like this fowl.
God of the antelope,
Teach me to scale the highest crags of Hope.
God of the eagle’s nest,
Oh, let me make my eyrie near thy breast!
God of the burrowing mole,
Let cold earth have no terrors for my soul.
God of the chrysalis,
Grant that my grave may be a cell of bliss.
God of the butterfly,
Help me to vanquish Death, although I die.
….Frederic Lawrence Knowles
Short Poems about Nature
19. Cool Summer
Here it comes,
Ready or not.
And it’s going to be hot!
Summer is the time
Just to be free.
Run in the parks
With unbearable glee.
Roll on the grass,
Climb up the trees.
Make shapes from the clouds
While enjoying juicy berries!
Rest on the mat,
Or jump in the pool.
Have ice cream or juice
‘Cause, you gotta keep cool.
Chill by the shore,
Or sunbathe on the sand.
Have a dip in the sea
Or relax and get tanned.
Switch on the A.C.,
And, oh, switch on the fan.
Breathe in the cool air,
And have a drink from a can.
Summer is a time
Of all the joy and play.
But can you believe,
It’s not around to stay?
At night we look into the sky.
Summer will be gone with all its bloom,
And in a blink of an eye,
Winter will be here soon!
….Suhaani C. Malik
20. The Gladness Of Nature
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
When our mother Nature laughs around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?
There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren,
And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
The ground-squirrel gaily chirps by his den,
And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
The clouds are at play in the azure space,
And their shadows at play on the bright-green vale,
And here they stretch to the frolic chase,
And there they roll on the easy gale.
There’s a dance of leaves in that aspen bovver,
There’s a titter of winds in that beechen tree,
There’s a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,
And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles
On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray.
On the leaping waters and gay young isles;
Ay, look, and he’ll smile thy gloom away.
….William Cullen Bryant
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