Let these nature poems be ones that remind you of the amazing and complex world of the creation that surrounds us. From the natural beauty of the countryside to the garden. Also find poems that reflect on
the creatures in nature.
The Gladness Of Nature
Poet: William Cullen Bryant
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
When our mother Nature laughs around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?
There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren,
And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
The ground-squirrel gaily chirps by his den,
And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
The clouds are at play in the azure space,
And their shadows at play on the bright-green vale,
And here they stretch to the frolic chase,
And there they roll on the easy gale.
There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bovver,
There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree,
There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,
And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles
On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray.
On the leaping waters and gay young isles;
Ay, look, and he'll smile thy gloom away.
The Healing Power of Nature
Poet: Leonora Milliken Boss
Far famed the grand old forest,
As the one whose name it bears;
Calling, calling to the weary.
To lay aside all cares.
And come and rest, where Nature
Her blessed boon can bring,
Of health and strength and calmness,
In all and everything.
There is healing in the wildwood.
Near the cedar and the pine;
There is healing in the songbird,
Tis a tonic, more than wine.
The soughing of the pines can lull you.
To a quiet few can know,
For you're nearer to the Father;
These are gifts he would bestow.
And so, when the grand old forest
Sends forth a call to you.
Obey the summons and answer;
Tis the least that you can do.
For the renovation and needed rest
Will be given in hospital here.
Or, rather, in God's free sunlight,
Where the cedar and pine are near.
The Babbling Brook
Poet: Mary C. Plummer
Tell me, little babbling brook.
Of the song you sing
As you flow through hedge and nook.
Let your sweet song ring.
I have stood one half an hour.
Listening to your chatter;
All that I can understand
Is just : Splatter, splatter.
You say if I should place my ear
Near your pretty dimple
I could hear your lovely song.
So beautiful and simple.
Yes, now to me it is quite plain
What a lovely sweet refrain!
Words are, though today comes rain.
Sunshine will return again.
Now Nature, like a careless child,
That, sweetly innocent, can view
No shame in nakedness, disrobes,
To sleep the long, dark winter through
And, like the careless child, she, too.
Fagged out with pleasures of the day.
Flings down her garments here and there
For us to put away.
Poet: Charles Fenno Hoffman
How silently yon streamlet slides
From out the twilight-shaded bowers!
How, soft as sleep, it onward glides
In sunshine through its dreaming flowers.
That tranquil wave, now turn'd to gold
Beneath the slowly westering sun,
It is the same, far on the wold.
Whose foam this morn we gazed upon.
The leaden sky, the barren waste,
The torrent we this morning knew,
How changed are all! as now we haste
To bid them, with the day, adieu!
Ah ! thus should life and love at last
Grow bright and sweet when death is near:
May we, our course of trial passed.
Thus bathed in beauty glide from here!