In Nature's Serenity

One fine autumnal afternoon, I set out sauntering Along country paths that lay rugged and meandering To see Nature, not in her cultivated ostentatiousness But in her stark nakedness and innate loveliness Passing fields of corn with golden ears Peeping out from their leafy covers, I entered the woods with trees of sober yellow and green That with a medley of life presented a lovely scene Here Nature wore a rich golden livery And the sky above was seen decked in clouds silvery I could still hear the bark of squirrels from behind the maize Busy gathering corn and nuts for the lousy winter days Files of pigeons flew higher into the air And twittering black birds created such fanfare Robins fluttered chirping from bush to bush Wild herons took off on their wings with a swish From tree tops, songsters were singing merry notes In the glades was grazing a flock of deer with white dots Some trees had fruits hanging in oppressive opulence While some were clad in leaves of orange, purple and ochre In the vast bosom of the woods was a sequestered pool Motionless and glassy it lay with clear waters cool Now and then with small undulations and circular patterns Reflecting the shadow of trees and etching queer tattoos Lost in that secluded quiet, I stood for long Losing count of time with lovely scenes clustering in throng Each time when those sights came before my eyes in queue In me a hundred blossoms unfolded in their crimson hue