Nature's Purity

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The poem - "Nature's Purity"                                                     

O, my best friend,

Why did you not let me

Know anything till yesterday?

I really do not know

How to express you my

Gratitude and thankfulness,

For showing me such a grace;

Tell me how, tell me why

You made me devoid, so

That I can know these things today,

To enjoy the beauty

Of Nature, where end

Is justly denied,

Always and forever,

Where I will be lied

To, no moment and never.

I can see the waves of sand stand still,

I can feel the storm in the desert,

I can mount up the snow-covered hill,

And enjoy the beauty with all my heart.

                                       

I can behold the dolphins sporting

In the blue oceanic bay,

I can find nothing to seem hurting;

All yearn to make me gay.

I feel the tranquil sea,

I feel the stones and pebbles,

Which gift me ecstasy;

I touch the water and bubbles.

I relish the white horses racing,

I find the white clouds dancing,

To beckon us everywhere,

To make us our gladness share.

Waves after waves

Fall on the rocks,

When feel the resonant caves

Warm with the stocks

Of secret, scarlet, pretty magma,

Coming out thick, chocolaty lava.

                                               

Then the greeneries

Draw the whole attention,

Which my soul sees and sees,

With a long duration.

I was just ignorant of

What is called true beauty,

Therefore, there is no stead for sob,

Just to feel utmost, pure gaiety.

Is this called Nature’s purity,

Where there is no adulteration,

Where stays only her own sobriety,

Where there is no kind of negation?