Poetry In Motion

As i'm standing at the outside door;
lonely was I,pondering the beauteous of nature has wore;
Fresh wind of the morning sweep in the west,
Filled my soul and swayed it with unrest;
It seems as if trees swayed with the unheard choir of the whistling wind,
with silent applause,no one to hear;
western sun that painted the world in golden,kisses my face with rays unseen;
Morning after so did i with the nature as the dew off its leaves,
with silent drop of soft crack seem of not to disturb its nature it gives;
Deep down tread I,amid its grazzy plains,
All is still,all is silent,all seen laying serene;
Clouds seen floating in snail's pace;
Love how they orient,everything so mesmerizing;
A full bloom,luminescent,innocent,deep garnet red rose look down upon me,
As seems to give its praise to its own creator;
Off with nature so did I,clasped my hand,closed my eyes,bow down in respect,praise him for this beauty...