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Lost in Thoughts..
Thinking about what to write next,
Something common yet somewhat different!
There's nothing new anymore,
or maybe there's just no juice left,
to squeeze from my head.
On the 5th, I looked down below,
from our Balcony,
I saw.. a lot of things that captivated my senses,
yet everything felt like nothing for awhile..
One second felt like forevermore,
I stared for awhile and then I froze as things begin to unfold.
I saw..
birds flying high up in the sky,
Gliding under the afternoon sun..
Squirrels..
running down from trees,
scampering up and about,
looking for something to eat.
Leaves of trees moved almost in a rhythm,
rhyming with every beat, harmoniously moving in tune with it's environment!
Branches swayed as the warm summer breeze,
blow unto them wind both warm and cold.
From my eyes,
they seem to have been frozen, suspended in time,
locked in my eyes like a barrel of wine!
Drunk with delight because of such sight,
they now begin to move,
in slow motion fashion.
In my eyes, they are moving art.
There's nothing much left to say, not much words that can describe..
All I can say now,
is what I think and the Only thing I can express is what I truly feel..
Nature is poetry in action,
living masterpieces of our Creator,
done with so much love and perfection!
YOU ARE READING
Webbed Thoughts
PoetryRanked: #71 on Poetry Category November 16, 2016 Don't judge the book by it's cover, Have a look inside to uncover.. Even titles doesn't matter, For the content of a Book or a person's character, Isn't always defined by what people see on the outs...
