We have the power to create beauty in cities if we focus on creating places for the community of the mind. I believe that the beauty of nature, and the peace and peace it brings to the mind is what I call a “peace gift to the world.” I live in a forest house and have an open mind. Through living in the woods and in nature we have access to wisdom that is beyond the limits we often are exposed to. To be fully aware of the nature and the knowledge we receive from it, one must leave nature and live in a modern city. I suggest that anyone
follow this path and find their inner peace!
I offer this book to anyone who is passionate about the world and wish to be involved in shaping the future.
At its core, art is about creating something new out of the ordinary. As humans, we have the power to create things that no one else has ever seen before. To know our place in nature and how to use it properly is one of mankind’s greatest challenges. Through nature we learn the same lessons as everyone else; the key is to find the magic.
When I first started working on my site, I had almost nothing to say about life (except that some of the elements on Earth are so complex that it can only be understood if you have an understanding of what goes on within our own planet). It took some time, but I slowly began to think about why many people are so fascinated with nature. I also began to realize how many people are not familiar with nature. They live in cities, in suburban towns, in isolated wilderness areas… I realized that many people believe that nature is just “there” and that is the
It is true that in some areas, we can see the effects of climate change caused by human activity. Climate change causes changes to the environment. This results in the extinction of many species that are no longer found. However, Poems About Beauty of Nature in the World, as well as the Poems About The Earth, are not merely about the destruction of nature. Rather it is also about human art. The purpose of the poems is to teach the world how to use the environment without destroying it.
The wind whistles past my ears.
Closing my eyes, I lose all my fears.
The waves crash into the rocks.
Out here there is no time on my clock.
The serenity I feel here just soothes my mind.
A peaceful day so hard to find.
The breeze just calms my soul.
Helps me think about what is my life’s goal.
I then look out over the ocean,
And it feels like my life has lost its commotion.
The sun sets down over the clouds.
But the orange glow around makes me proud.
As the night draws near.
I feel like where I need to be is here.
The soothing nature this afternoon brings
Just feels like such a beautiful thing.
I sit and wonder where life will go,
But right now all I want is for time to slow.
To enjoy this moment and feel free,
To clear my mind and find some glee.
It’s days like these I truly treasure.
Amazing nights and beautiful weather.
It may not seem like much.
But it’s moments like these I want to clutch.
For once I feel like life is bliss.
So many hard days in which my happiness was missed.
I could get lost listening to the waves.
Listening to the birds and watching how the clouds behave.
I could close my eyes and fade into the night.
The tranquility I feel helps me win the fight.
As the waves keep crashing into the rocks,
I feel the happiness in my heart become unlocked.
The day is drawing to a close.
The peacefulness I feel right now I’ll only know.
Right now my mind is finally clear.
It’s time to go as the night draws near.
My Love Of Nature
I love the sound of birds
so early in the morn,
I like the sound of puppies soon after they are born.
I love the smell of flowers
and the taste of honey from bees.
I love the sound the wind makes when it’s blowing through the trees.
I love the way the sky looks on a bright and sunny day,
and even when it’s rainy, I love the shades of gray.
I love the smell of the ocean, the sound of waves upon the sand,
I love the feel of seashells and how they look in my hand.
And when the sun is gone, I love the moon that shines so bright,
I love the sounds of crickets and other creatures of the night.
So when I lay me down to sleep, I thank the Lord above,
For all the things of nature and more, all the things I love.
Mother Nature’s Cry
It took me a long while
To better the way you live.
Since you have turned hostile,
I’ve got no more to give.
My land is filled with waste
My children are displaced.
They live in utter fear,
Watching friends disappear.
You treat me like a joke:
Choke me up with your smoke,
Strip me of any clothes,
And leave me with my foes.
I have become man-made,
Who serves you like a maid.
Unnatural and impure,
A disease with no cure.
Do you know how I feel?
See the scars I conceal?
I lost my rights and voice
You leave me with no choice.
I am shaped based on greed.
In pain, I sob and bleed.
I have been infected,
Abused and neglected.
Do you hear me crying?
I am sick and dying.
You are my therapy
Love me and and set me free.
My children, I love you.
I hope you love me too.
Your mother needs you now.
Help me I’ll show you how.
Recycle and conserve,
Heed the rights I deserve.
Hear my weakening voice,
Help me regain my poise.
It seems that what you do
Has more effect on you.
I am Mother Nature,
Not a human for sure.
You live the life you drain:
You breathe the air you stain
Drink the water you soil,
And eat the food you spoil.
My gifts you must protect:
From air to ocean shelf.
My love you should respect
Save me to save yourself.
As the spring winds blow through my hair,
They bend down and kiss my skin so fair,
The water ripples beneath my toes,
And of this place no one knows,
This home inside my soul is none other than my heart,
This delight no one can measure on any chart,
The smell of rain fresh in the air,
Tickles my senses without a care,
All the plants are turning green and the trees are touching the sky,
I fell like I am lifting up like I can fly,
Nothing can bring me down from this heaven I have found,
Because, from the world, it has kept me safe and sound……
Beauty Of Nature.
Just at dawn,
When everyone’s asleep,
And you can hear the wind,
That the trees cast at you,
And when the seagulls are flying
Above the sea,
And whispering words of cheer,
Peacefully flying about,
Enjoying the nature,
When the sun rises,
And the flowers wake up
From their sweet sleep,
Dancing and singing,
Enjoying their shower,
And the cool springs,
Gushing down the mountains,
And the people are gazing peacefully,
With a smile on their faces,
Enjoying the beautiful scenery,
And when the birds and doves
Zoom up to the sky and land back down,
Enjoying the cool air and calmness.
And when the trees have grown fresh fruits,
For us to nibble on,
And when the sun sets, and the moon rises,
Leaving beautiful colours in the sky,
Is what nature is called.
I want to tell you
about the sunflower I found
on the sidewalk yesterday.
It is wilting and curled and gorgeous
and knows it.
I want to age like that,
never forgetting my own beauty,
never forgetting how to say bloom
“PUTTING IN THE SEED”
You come to fetch me from my work to-night
When supper’s on the table, and we’ll see
If I can leave off burying the white
Soft petals fallen from the apple tree.
(Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite,
Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;)
And go along with you ere you lose sight
Of what you came for and become like me,
Slave to a springtime passion for the earth.
How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed
On through the watching for that early birth
When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed,
The sturdy seedling with arched body comes
Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.
“WHAT I WOULD LIKE TO GROW IN MY GARDEN”
Peonies, heavy and pink as ’80s bridesmaid dresses
and scented just the same. Sweet pea,
because I like clashing smells and the car
I drove in college was named that: a pea-green
Datsun with a tendency to backfire.
Sugar snap peas, which I might as well
call memory bites for how they taste like
being fourteen and still mourning the horse farm
I had been uprooted from at ten.
Also: sage, mint, and thyme—the clocks
of summer—and watermelon and blue lobelia.
Lavender for the bees and because I hate
all fake lavender smells. Tomatoes to cut
and place on toasted bread for BLTs, with or without
the b and the l. I’d like, too, to plant
the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace,
and for it to bloom even when it’s hot,
and also lilies, so I have something left
to look at when the rabbits come.
They always come. They are
always hungry. And I think I am done
protecting one sweet thing from another.
To everything, there is a season of parrots. Instead of feathers, we searched the sky for meteors on our last night. Salamanders use the stars to find their way home. Who knew they could see that far, fix the tiny beads of their eyes on distant arrangements of lights so as to return to wet and wild nests? Our heads tilt up and up and we are careful to never look at each other. You were born on a day of peaches splitting from so much rain and the slick smell of fresh tar and asphalt pushed over a cracked parking lot. You were strong enough—even as a baby—to clutch a fistful of thistle and the sun himself was proud to light up your teeth when they first swelled and pushed up from your gums. And this is how I will always remember you when we are covered up again: by the pale mica flecks on your shoulders. Some thrown there from your own smile. Some from my own teeth. There are not enough jam jars to can this summer sky at night. I want to spread those little meteors on a hunk of still-warm bread this winter. Any trace left on the knife will make a kitchen sink like that evening air
the cool night before
star showers: so sticky so
warm so full of light