In Nature's Bosom

During my morning strolls along country paths The world comes alive in all its gleam n’ glitter What lovely vistas unfurl and pass me by What miracles of creation, what wonders of life What variety, what fantastic medley What serene peace, what easeful tranquility Sights and scenes that hold one’s breaths Sounds and songs that chase the moody aches A bird twittering on a tree, a squirrel jumping from branch to branch A flower here, a flower there, on the hedge and over the bower Flirting with dandy butterflies on iridescent wings Bunches of blooms nestled in the foliage of silken green The early sun golden and glowing, dispersing radiant rays The cotton clouds spreading a woolly carpet on his way The puff of air intoxicant with heady fragrance And doused with the chill of early morning mist Herds of cattle grazing on far away meads Avian chatter blended with the music of leaping cataracts Their echoes sent out by tall rocks and giant boulders All that pleases the eye and ear in euphoric delight Had I been a Raphael or Rembrandt I would have transferred those scenes onto a canvas Which one would never get tired of gazing at And kept in the drawing room for everyone to see Or a Wordsworth to have composed those immortal Tintern Abbey lines, inspired by these ‘beauteous forms’ To be recalled and recited by men of all ages and climes That they ever ring resonant in their private closets!