Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

This poem was written/submitted by David Wagoner.

Leaves of fiery scarlet
reflect a crisp sun

rustle in a healthy mass
of autumn laughter

house an anarchy of crows
that screech at winters approach

until bare branches
balance snow

on slender
outstretched arms .

This poem was written/submitted by Judith Pordon.

Nature has its own natural beauty
Nature speak to us in a silent dialect
Nature portrays a colorful picture in our minds
Nature takes care of everything that is planted in the soil by our farmers In the fields
Nature fills our hearts with delight
Nature grows everything perfect the way no one can

By: Aldo Kraas

Nature is everywhere,
On the ground and in the air.
We can find nature in trees,
And feel the pleasant breeze!

Nature is so beautiful,
Especially the flowers which are colourful.
Nature can be a lovely thing,
Like hearing a hummingbird sing!

We can see marvellous creature,
If we follow the path of nature.
Like birds and butterflies which fly so high,
Fluttering in the sunny sky.
Bats flying at night between the trees,
And honey collectors like the bees!

We can find very less nature in our world today,
As trees are getting cut day by day.
So we, who appreciate nature more than ever,
Can help by stopping this disaster to occur!

By: Sumaira Choudhury

I’m walking down the hill
sliding upon it’s feet
swinging on its trees
to see it’s beauty in a glimpse

singing with the birds
hamming with the wind
like there is a merrymaking
on the hub of the harsh world

just like the sound of the flowing water
as i go on the coast
to see my chum underwater
whirling in welcoming his crony

Oh, God let me say thank you
for this wonderful creatures
seeing this gift of nature
willing to sustain our life

so let this be an inspiration
for all of us, hearing it’s pleading
to lift up and put on top
our milieu to uphold our brethren.

This poem was written/submitted by ivy.

What a wonderful joy it is to see,
The beauty of nature and its majesty.

Everything blends, entwines and embraces,
Spaced precisely in their designated places.

What a marvel to see, I wish I were a bee,
Flying free,
Smelling life’s roses, no particular place to be.

How can it be, such a marvel to see
When it’s possessed by such as you and me?

Ours to have, cherish, and protect,
Not to pollute, take for granted, nor neglect.

Enjoy the earth, treat it kind
After all it is ours, yes… yours and mine.

By: Kathye D. Perry

The trees there leaves
The grass and all our greens
This is where real beauty ends and begins
In the beauty of nature
There is nothing like the smell of flowers
There is nothing like the smell of the sea
And every thing is part of nature even me
The color of the snow the brightest stars
The longest fields and the greenest hills
The freshest breezes and puddles beneath your feet
The wetness of the ground and the slushy sleet
This is the beauty of nature
The birth of a lamb the birth of a cow
This is the most beauty and there is no question why or how
The baby birds in the nest
The sweetest tunes they sing are simply the best
This is the beauty of nature

By: Stephanie Mcgrath

Nature is a gift of God’s beauty
That shows his supreme ability
To create all things so magically
Including men’s being passionately
Not only to show that his mighty
But to share his life and glory
For every creature and humanity
To sips life’s wonders joyfully
And share with others peacefully
The gifts of nature and God’s glory.

By: Melvin Banggollay

The Great Way has no gate;
there are a thousand paths to it.
If you pass through the barrier,
you walk the universe alone.

This poem was written/submitted by Wu Men.

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean–
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down–
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is is you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?

This poem was written/submitted by Mary Oliver.