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Wilderness

 
 
 
 
TO THE WILDERNESS
 
 
To the unknown that has not been explored or 
 seldom trodden upon .
 
There ,the wild grass grow profusely and untidily ,
competing for space in a green world of forliage ,
shrubs , weeds and thick undergrowth .
Some unnamed small wild flowers peep above the grass ,
dancing merrily in the breeze .
 
 
We should be happy ,there's still such a wilderness
unspoilt but by storms and floods.
Men by-pass them , taking the paved paths the open road ;
Appreciating flowers blooming in a pot , in a garden ;
trees and plants well pruned  .
 
 
These tender flowers cannot survive in the wilderness ,
in the untamed world.
 
Here ,in the wilderness , live hundreds and thousands of  birds , repiles , animals and insects .
It is a world created by God , unspoiled by men.
 
 
So do wander off to the wilderness !
Here , you will see unexpected delight ,
such as the calls of birds , the hoots of owls
and the howls of the wolves and the chirping of insects .
 
 
It is by no means tame ! 
It is even dangerous to wander off to the woods.
But ,there's freedom , there's beauty of the unexplored ,
like the unsung songs of spring.
It is as if mother nature is lurking somewhere
protective of its living creatures ;
every tree , every shrub and every flower ;
menacing and yet protective , from the advance of men.
 
 
And still we wander off to the wilderness !
 
Here ,we can commune with nature and be part of it.
We feel the caress of the breeze and breathe in
the fragrant air ;  the sun , warm on our faces and
hands , the sweats drip down our necks and  brows .

Let peace sip into your heart !

By Agatha Lai June 2002

                                                                                                                                        

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