Nature's Beauty
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Bec York, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2007
The sparkle of the water in words, dies.
The brightness of the flame in words, dulls.
Words still the leaf on the wind, cannot fly.
The growth of a flower, words, to sleep, lulls.
Language is mankind's greatest invention
yet, it cannot describe nature's beauty.
She cannot fit in human convention,
aural tries to steal visual's duty.
See the beauty, stay silent, don't describe.
None can, save Mother Nature, creator.
You cannot with paint, nor song, nor even scribe.
Praise elementals! Earth, Fire, Wind, Water.
One thing can rival nature's sensation,
and that thing is an imagination.