To see Nature, not in her cultivated ostentatiousness
But in her stark nakedness and innate loveliness
Passing fields of corn with golden ears
Peeping out from their leafy covers,
I entered the woods with trees of sober yellow and green
That with a medley of life presented a lovely scene
Here Nature wore a rich golden livery
And the sky above was seen decked in clouds silvery
I could still hear the bark of squirrels from behind the maize
Busy gathering corn and nuts for the lousy winter days
Files of pigeons flew higher into the air
And twittering black birds created such fanfare
Robins fluttered chirping from bush to bush
Wild herons took off on their wings with a swish
From tree tops, songsters were singing merry notes
In the glades was grazing a flock of deer with white dots
Some trees had fruits hanging in oppressive opulence
While some were clad in leaves of orange, purple and ochre
In the vast bosom of the woods was a sequestered pool
Motionless and glassy it lay with clear waters cool
Now and then with small undulations and circular patterns
Reflecting the shadow of trees and etching queer tattoos
Lost in that secluded quiet, I stood for long
Losing count of time with lovely scenes clustering in throng
Each time when those sights came before my eyes in queue
In me a hundred blossoms unfolded in their crimson hue

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