adamdaniel

The Scholar on the Landscape

Languidly perusing,
Through the greenery in sun,
His measured pace,
Through airy space,
His stalwart face,
With easy grace,
So blithe in rays that stun.

Beyond the shining valley,
Climb the cyprus and the birch,
Their giant size,
Beguiles the eyes,
In joy they rise,
The day their prize,
The stratosphere their church.

The animals are lively,
And in vigour on the glade,
The shama’s call,
The panda’s bawl,
The koi that crawl,
The waterfall,
Enraptured, unafraid.

The scholar writes a poem,
By the banks which call him o’er,
He enters in,
The hazy din,
The fish like kin,
As thoughts begin,
His words flow like a shower…

Inside myself dwells yesteryear,
When I was just a boy,
I’d rove this glade,
So undismayed,
So bright I played,
By this cascade,
With leaf boats as my toy.

Then as a youth, in light pristine,
I’d ride my horse in mirth,
The equine speed,
To slake my need,
Upon my steed,
To rapture freed,
In wonder o’er the earth.

Then meeting with my master here,
Beside the streams that hiss,
Poetic tones,
To cheer the bones,
Beatific zones,
By river stones,
The glut of learning’s kiss.

Then mediation by myself,
Immersed within the peace,
The hush to lend,
The means to mend,
The wind, my friend,
Until day’s end,
In nature’s arms release.

Now, I am more elderly,
And wizened in my years,
But still the thrills,
That’s light these hills,
The flowers’ frills,
The violet squills,
The midnight moon that cheers.

I have treasures boundless sweet,
And wisdom in my soul,
I praise the hand,
That made this land,
I understand,
The wind’s command,
And dreaming here I’m whole.

Tis majesty unbidden,
Which I find within this realm,
The sun and moon,
In endless swoon,
As crickets croon,
Their happy tune,
My heart in overwhelm!

I survey spotless water,
And the silver spreading clean,
I praise the bliss,
Of heaven’s kiss,
The wide abyss,
My fleur-de-lis,
Tis godhead wearing green!