I once visited a garden which was almost picture perfect. Nothing moved or stirred. Pin drop silence prevailed. As I moved from tree to tree I felt Nature working ceaselessly to maintain herself as if for the next day's show. I marvelled at this thought and almost said aloud------
Time stands still.
This evening
On the banks of Lake Solitude .
Silence comes on tip-toe .
In this garden of Eden
Beautiful but deadly .
Sh! Touch nothing
Nature is at work within.
Weaving patterns
That change from
Form to form
Colour to colour .
The grass and the trees
The lake and the breeze
Secretly sharing
Giving and taking
In strange unison.
Did time stand still ?
Shyamali Dasgupta
Dear readers I am looking forward to your comments which no doubt would give me food for thought.--SD--
Time stands still.
This evening
On the banks of Lake Solitude .
Silence comes on tip-toe .
In this garden of Eden
Beautiful but deadly .
Sh! Touch nothing
Nature is at work within.
Weaving patterns
That change from
Form to form
Colour to colour .
The grass and the trees
The lake and the breeze
Secretly sharing
Giving and taking
In strange unison.
Did time stand still ?
Shyamali Dasgupta
Dear readers I am looking forward to your comments which no doubt would give me food for thought.--SD--
That's a beautiful poetic description. Which garden was this? It will help readers to know where this place is located. Looking forward to more articles.
ReplyDeleteThanks.I always felt that in a natural setting trees ,bushes ,lakes .hills, breeze communicate in a silent language and work in great harmony.We have to only look around us to feel that . Thanks once again.
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