Rainbow

Rainbow a bow of God

Amazing colored 

on the screen of sky

children always question 

how and why

loving ornament

in the neck 

of nature lady 

colorful designe 

on the feet of my love

who laughs at me 

and her cheeks

turns to rosy 

Colors of sunset

Reflects on the face 

of my love 

when she smiles at me

the rainbow jumps 

into my life 

and makes me happy

I pray God 

To send rainbow to 

every life 

Let war make friendship with rainbow

To make the world peaceful 

Without war and death 

     

Sea Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, 

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by, 

And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, 

And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking. 

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide 

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; 

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, 

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. 

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, 

To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, 

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

By:  John Masefield

                                                                                  Our Nature

The cold breeze that enters and offers
 you pleasure,
It is a wonderful feel that nobody can measure,
The trees and plants that push you away with air,
Green and precious, no words to say to her.

Hear the sound of the crunchy leave as you crush them,
Hear the sound of the dried coconut as it falls and hits,
Hear the songs of the tweeting birds,
As they sing their melodious voice,
Wake up as they call you in a sightful dawn,
By their sweetest noise!

Our mother nature, our lovable nature,
Love the way she speaks through the blue water,
Saps green trees and cold breeze...
The dusty wind, and the dirty water it ceases,
Dear Mother Nature,
You live just like a rose in my heart,
To the left is the family,
And you're the rest of the part.

I can say you're marvelous,
I can say you're fruitful,
But truly you're beautiful,
… the world has ever seen

"Do Not Cut Trees.

That Gives You Shade."

A poem by my mother Reshma Althaf,Riyadh,KSA

Trees 

I think that I shall never see 

A poem as lovely as a tree 

A tree who’s hungry mouth is pressed 

Against the earths sweet flowing breath 

A tree that looks to god all day 

And lifts her leafy arms to pray 

A tree that must in summer wear 

A nest of robins in her hair 

Upon whos bosom snow has lain 

Who intimately lives with rain 

Poems are made by fools like me 

But only god can make a tree 

                                                 By Joyce Kilmer

 NATURES BEAUTY

   Beauty is not at your face.

Beauty is at nature.

Beauty is not at your home.

Beauty is at nature.

Beauty is not at your book.

It can only seen in nature.

Nature is the only thing

that had a huge beauty.

Beauty is not at anything.

It is only at nature.