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NEW WORLD, a poem by Colleen Thomas, India
Nature Poems & Life Poetry
Colleen Thomas, India
I open my eyes to a beaming sky;With an outstretched arm,I feel the blue tranquility.The grass whispers,as it communes with my skin.I lift myself,effortlessly,As if gravity were a myth.Feel the silk as it caresses my cold arms.The wind carries me with it,And I yield.It is friendly today,this wind.It cradles me gently,And I remember those delicate arms around me. I find myself beside a singing brook,Gargling notes of contrast;As if to speak of serenity and frolic in a single word.The cool,clear fluid goes through my grasp,And I watch the crystal dropsRejoin their innocent world.A butterfly darts into sight;The sudden realization of living,besides myself.The butterfly stares at me,or seems to,As it hovers around my head,In an invisible halo. There is no guile in this neighbourhood,Or want,or debt;No pain,nor mortal death;Or distraction,or melancholy;Just the thought of BEING.A constant communion with creation and the Creator.The language is unspoken,unuttered;But still heard. I can wait for this to end,For I don't believe it will. Don't wake me from this dream,It is the one that keeps me alive.
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