If I were a bird, I could fly from tree to tree,
I could be free, from the noise,
Everything would be calm, without terrible voice.
I could fly high in the sky, never bothering about what to deny.
Sitting on the cloud, and far away from the crowd
Looking at the greenly earth, with the sweet proud
Hopping from branch to branch,
making me and my friends, To have some dance
Playing on the sky, Playing on the lawn
Playing on the greenly grass, and where ever I want.
I could
Get up early, before the sunrise,
Singing the melodious songs, Giving some good advice.
Taking the bath with, Tiny droplets of dew,
Making me fresh, with the natural blue.
Living in the beautiful nature,
Thanking GOD for, Making me such a nice creature.
Neither thinking about any revenge,
Nor making any kind of cleavage.
But see what the man had done,
Cut down the trees for their fun.
Creating always so much pollution,
Changing our life in worse situation.
Cutting must be banned, In order to live us on land.
Pollution must be stopped, allowing us to easily hopped.
Don’t keep us in cage, we also wanna see our age.
Survival is everyone’s right, then why do you always fight.
Everything is taught in good mood,
then why you behave so rude.

So man live in beautiful nature,
by being GOD’S good creature.

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Author: Jerry12 Aug 2009 Member Level: Gold   Points : 1

Wonderful poetry.

It makes us realize how wonderul God's creations are and how we are blessed by God.

Got a good message too.

Author: mahesh jawahar22 Oct 2009 Member Level: Silver   Points : 2

The Tuft of Flowers by Robert Frost
I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.
The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
Before I came to view the leveled scene.
I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.
But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
And I must be, as he had been -- alone,
'As all must be,' I said within my heart,
'Whether they work together or apart.'
But as I said it, swift there passed me by
On noiseless wing a bewildered butterfly,
Seeking with memories grown dim o'er night
Some resting flower of yesterday's delight.
And once I marked his flight go round and round,
As where some flower lay withering on the ground.
And then he flew as far as eye could see,
And then on tremulous wing came back to me.
I thought of questions that have no reply,
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;
But he turned first, and led my eye to look
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,
A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.
The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,
Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.
But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.
The butterfly and I had lit upon,
Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,
That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,
And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
So that henceforth I worked no more alone;
But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;
And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.
'Men work together,' I told him from the heart,
'Whether they work together or apart.'

Author: Vilas22 Oct 2009 Member Level: Gold   Points : 0

dear swity nice imaginations, keep it up.

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