Monday, 3 December 2012

A Paradise

The sun peep through the boutique of treetops
while the forest bird choir starts their morning practice
right at the alarm of the woodpecker
Now is their time to be jolly and collect nuts for the winter stash
In the winter snow lines the tree formed arches
under which a human may pass and see the beauty
but not through the forest woodland eyes
There are snow bunches in front of doors
Imprinted paws along the snowed in bridges
So much snow on hills that mountains are created
The shadowy tree stumps look like a cloak
There are many seasons yet the inhabitants all the same
and the noises, the landscape yet everything
looks like a different paradise each time.

By Elena Kokonova 

a poem about the beauty of nature. hope you see the beauty :) 

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