Of Worlds Once Pristine.
The fresh spring waters with a well remembered sapor,
and Nature's fragrance borne, upon the mountain air,
many recollections, a cluttered mind yet holds in store.
Fleeting images of denizens, that in forest make a lair,
of eagles soaring in the thermals, embedded evermore
Sounds patent to Nature, the lilting symphony of a rill,
those leafy rustles, the impatient breezes often furnish.
All the colours of her palette
every spectrum to fulfil,
soft pastel tints at dawning
the sunset's fiery burnish.
All humanity tainted, in memory, remains pristine still
©. Copyright: Bernard de Silva
18-Jun-08













Comments
I must have been a beautiful place. Are there still places so pristine?
This is lovely, and could have been about my own places - they are changed forever.
There are still some protected places, but not as vast, and the ones that are
most like I remember are far from here.
Beautiful write.
Lin
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