This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Under stout arms of ancient beech,
Beside placid, looking-glass pool,
Lessons that only nature can teach
In the amphitheater of her school.
Ripples run out from cast-in stone,
Obstructed, lapse into still serenity.
‘Tis music on the ear as lesson travels home.
We find peace, balance, and complete tranquillity.
Posted on July 20, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged autumn leaves, balance, looking glass, nature, Peace, poem, Poetry, ripples, serenity, Tranquillity. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
very nice poetry
Thank you for the compliment. I am happy to find this way to share my thoughts.
its good i do too