A melody,divine

 Through the mountains of yore

Of man made tunnels I pass,

Dame nature's subtle, 

yet ethereal form,

Flashes by.

In a blink they go

Remaining in my eye

For nigh one- sixteenth

 of a second.

Yet

it remains chiseled into my memory.

The voice of the hills and valley,

I discern.

A song emancing from

The bosom of Dame nature..

And when she sings

All listen, closely

With rapt attention,

To hear the wisdom

Behind her divine melody.

And  those foolish mortals

Who remain unmindful 

To this sublime affair

And basks in the murk of

His own ignorance,

Is cursed to remain, the rock 

He's become.

A mere croaker in a well.

But to those who heed

Her tranquil tune,

Shall be unchained from

Their monotonous tethers

To become one with

Dame nature.

Reviews

[McBear]

Nature has a voice for sure. Such a beautiful poem complimented with complex word choice, which garnishes the effect. :)

[guy drori]

Many people fail to listen to nature. If you listen carefully you can learn many lessons. Shame how many are curled inside themselves without having the ability to open their eyes and sharpen their ears, because there is so much to see.
Thanks for sharing! Liked it very much :)

[Pushkar Prabhat]

WoW!!!!
another amazing poem......
nature is magnificent..........
a deserving and worthy ode to the nature.......

beautifully done.....
i loved it!!!
:)

[Joel Armstrong]

Thank you my friend : )

[Pushkar Prabhat]

my pleasure........!!!! :) :)