Cruising the Whidbey Island

I went sometimes by the beachOften crossing arboretum and trees;On the tryst, the lawn and the meadowWhat a nature, I felt how very beautiful a show, Given a great picture by the nature’s nameInscribed upon the chest of mine; no sham,No lying, no fake, no farce it’s beauty;Natural beauty sets thing apart, see. To listenContinue reading “Cruising the Whidbey Island”

Poet and Nature

Rippling waves and soundsAnd the ocean that knows no bounds,Are moving from one place to another,Crossing all  the darkness and smother. They dance to the music of waves and arcs,Creating sounds as though they are larksSinging soulfully in the even-tidesAs the sunlight beyond the skyline hides. A magnificent scene prevails; the twilight gently into duskContinue reading “Poet and Nature”

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