Plant, animal/ Nature poems or songs

[mar09]

Previously i mentioned appreciating poems as a child, but not much thru high school or later. Now i try to read some, but take a while to search. Are there some nature poems u have studied or just learned about and want to share. Here are some in mind right now. So these arent necessarily your own, and some poems have been given tunes and made into song... just share if u have, hopefully to uplift or encourage others, thanks.

The owl and the pussycat
The dove
Hark, hark the lark
Ang ibon (The bird)
Dahil sa isang bulaklak (...)
To the flowers of Heidelberg - Jose Rizal

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xy0PZCA3vxw

 

[mar09]

Come, walk with me

Come, walk with me along the way
Where lanes are autumn-dressed.
Come, drink in all the colors fair,
And let your heart be blessed.

Come, see the flaming sumac plumes
Lift banners to the sky,
As goldenrod and asters nod
To us as we pass by.

Come walk with me when leaves turn gold
And hills wear crimson hue,
Where pumpkins grow in amber fields
'Neath sky of matchless blue.

Come, walk with me this misty morn;
There's splendor to behold;
Along the country lanes we'll see
God's miracles unfold.

Beverly Anderson, from Ideals

 

[Galatea]

This is my Father's world,
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.

This is my Father's world,
The birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white,
Declare their maker's praise.
This is my Father's world,
He shines in all that's fair;
In the rustling grass I hear him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.

This is my Father's world.
O let me ne'er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father's world:
why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad![SUP][5][/SUP]
The alternative ending of the third verse is shown in the photo of the hymnal page above.
"This is my Father's world. The battle is not done. Jesus who died shall be satisfied, and earth and heav'n be one."
-Maltbie Babcock

 

[oldethennew]

ISA. 65:25.
The wolf and the lamb shall feed together, and the lion shall eat straw like the bullock:
and dust shall be the serpent's meat.
They shall not hurt nor destroy in all My Holy mountain, saith The LORD.

 

[mar09]

The tree is full of poetry.
Henry David Thoreau

This, from 'Trees,' a very popular poem for children here; once used by a senator with lines posted along some highways.

Poems are made by fools like me,
but only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer

 

[DustyRhodes]

• Max Ehrmann
  
  
  Desiderata
  
  Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
  and remember what peace there may be in silence.
  As far as possible without surrender
  be on good terms with all persons.
  Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
  and listen to others,
  even the dull and the ignorant;
  they too have their story.
  Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
  they are vexations to the spirit.
  If you compare yourself with others,
  you may become vain and bitter;
  for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
  Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
  
  Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
  it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
  Exercise caution in your business affairs;
  for the world is full of trickery.
  But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
  many persons strive for high ideals;
  and everywhere life is full of heroism.
  
  Be yourself.
  Especially, do not feign affection.
  Neither be cynical about love;
  for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
  it is as perennial as the grass.
  
  Take kindly the counsel of the years,
  gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
  Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
  But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
  Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
  Beyond a wholesome discipline,
  be gentle with yourself.
  
  You are a child of the universe,
  no less than the trees and the stars;
  you have a right to be here.
  And whether or not it is clear to you,
  no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
  
  Therefore be at peace with God,
  whatever you conceive Him to be,
  and whatever your labors and aspirations,
  in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.
  
  With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
  it is still a beautiful world.
  Be cheerful.
  Strive to be happy.
  
  Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.
  
  
  
  

 

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'This is my Father's world' is a beautiful hymn.[video=youtube;JEBmj7JO_Os]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JEBmj7JO_Os[/video]

 

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[video=youtube;gcL9S5a3weU]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcL9S5a3weU&list=RDgcL9S5a3weU[/video]

 

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[video=youtube;TKh4UaUqogU]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TKh4UaUqogU[/video]
Morning has broken - Eleanor Farjeon, set to a traditional scottish gaelic tune called "Bunessan (1931)

"Morning Has Broken"

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the world

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's re-creation of the new day​