Vivian Choy 2E/06

This poem is an appraisal, and an appreciation, of nature. I drew inspiration mainly from William Wordsworth’s poems, on how nature inspires man with joy and his belief that nature is alive. His poems evoke feelings of anger and lamentation, of how man and nature should be connected but in reality that is no longer the case. I also liked Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s idea of nature as a source of inspiration and how the modernized world is ignorant to nature’s beauty. While nature can be wild and destructive, it is also calm and peaceful, and it is this duality, that makes it so breathtaking.







Oh nature
Sublime nature
A source of inspiration
Worthy of exaltation.

The beauty of nature transcends all other beauty
Nature eclipses all magnificence, in its simplicity
Don’t they say simplicity is the ultimate sophistication?
Ah, I think, what a very apt justification.

As the leaves rustle in the gentle breeze beneath the pale blue sky
I hear them singing, oh what a sweet lullaby
A song of flowers, a song of trees
A song of butterflies, and a song of bees.

But the rustling of the leaves is but just a noise
To the world deaf to Mother Nature’s voice
They are ignorant, they do not hear
They don’t even know what they should fear.

The butterflies, they dance, a dance of triumph
A dance of exuberance, a dance of enthusiasm
They seem to be saying something
The buoyancy of nature? Ah yes, I think, they’re trying to tell us something.

The butterflies, they flit from flower to flower
So small, so delicate, but I see so much vigor
In their courtship, their flight patterns;
The exquisiteness is not evanescent.

The beauty of nature is not transient
Nature is, in fact, far more than just resplendent
But there are those who do not see
They go through life ever so blindly.

Nature is retaliating, oh haven’t we already foreseen
Just hear her bellow in the rushing wind
Smell her anger, watch her fume,
We have lost our connection, we are out of tune.

The beauty of nature is tangible, yet intangible
Nature is transcendent, albeit vulnerable
Nature is esoteric, nature is tranquil
Nature is an enigma, reeking of appeal

However, nature is not without flaws
It is volatile, it is not unblemished
But there is perfection in its imperfection
There is beauty even amidst the destruction.

So slow down, and taste her beauty
Take in the serenity of Nature’s proximity.
Stop trying to strain the blue from the sky,
Appreciate nature, don’t just watch the world go by.

So sit back, and allow the beauty to embrace you
Enjoy the view, and let it enfold you.
This is the closest you can get to heaven, on earth
This is the view of heaven, on earth.

Oh nature
Sublime nature
A source of inspiration
Worthy of exaltation.

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Vivian Choy
2E/06