Lap Of Nature

Oh, Mother! let me lie on your benevolent lap,

As the golden rays of the mighty sun

Shimmer through the fluttering flap

Of leaves green and branches brown.

Oh, Mother! Let me feast my eyes

On the tiny rivulets that gurgle and stream

Down the mountain slopes of snow and ice

To the valley of colorful flowers that gleam

With dew on their soft petals rise

To give me a glimpse of my favorite dream

Of seeing you in all your majestic splendor. 

Oh, Mother! Let me walk on the green fields

Where fronds sway to the gentle breeze,

Where birds sing songs in tune with keys

Where the myriad colors of dawn trapeze

To draw an Aphrodite image in golden hues.