Beautiful Nature Poems by students at Private International English School

By Private International English School

Posted on October 18th, 2017.

Abu Dhabi Miracle

Isn’t the weather in Abu Dhabi great?

With the sunshine getting right on your face?

With the heat that makes your car a microwave,

With the birds that starve for a drop of rain,

But isn’t it all worth it?

For the winter that comes running by, 

And the cool breeze that soothes you like a lullaby,

And the fog that makes our window a perfect canvas,

A beautiful place to express our ideas.

The miracle rain soon walks in shyly,

Little drizzle of rain that calms us entirely,

Summer and winter here is like yin and yang,

Completely different,

But fitting together just perfectly fine.

by Amrita Raj, 8A

Spring Day

Once I decided to take a walk,

beside the gurgling brook.

Where the water was crystal clear                                                              

and the birds had much to talk.

I saw a child,

his face bright with joy.

For the green grass embraced his feet,

and the gentle wind touched his cheeks.

The child ran

racing rabbits and chasing butterflies.

Never did I feel

so full of joy and so alive.

When the sun set

the child said goodbye

to that lovely spring day.

And so did I.

Meenakshi Arun, 8C

Au natural

What a peaceful thought it is,

That the sun will come up again tomorrow,

And that the birds will always wake up to kiss the sky.

Oh, how we wish to drink in this ephemeral moonlight

And bathe among these flowers.

How we wish to wear the earth on our backs, And sleep under the stars.

How we wish for rain to come again And wash all of our scars;

We wish to be like the trees,

To stand tall and give selflessly.

We want to believe.

We want the stars to be,

Just the stars without the concealing lights of our cities.

And when autumn comes,

With its barren branches,

The crunch of boots against the leaves.

How we wish to smell the candles we make to mimic these.

These nuances and beauties.

And in the middle of September,

When the sun shines bright, indeed.

How we wish for sunlight to heal us.

How we wish for it to teach us how to breathe.

When winter comes we huddle

Near the fire to be warm,

We stay until we’ve forgotten,

What it means to be in a storm.

And spring,

The joy,

Isn’t far behind

With its flowers aplenty;

The children with laughter hidden under their tongues,

And songs in their hearts.

They hold roses because they believe they can change the beast,

And when nature pauses to think

You can almost hear her sigh,

As she whispers tales of days gone by,

When all of us were kin and kind,

Oh, she likes to bathe in this celestial light,

For she too wants the rain to come,

and wash away all we have done.

Rumaysa Jafer, 10 B

Impalpable Nature

The breeze was cool and crisp,

vagrant dusk was approaching

skies were losing the shine

or was it the mood?

Leaves were falling gently,

nonchalantly and there was the earth beneath

carpeted with the majestical dead ones

besmirched yet colourful.

The waves were making themselves heard

apprehended their luxury just wasn’t the texture

just wasn’t their colour

but the variated opulent.

The sky started giving up on shades,

devoted it all looked like time’s play

seven minutes for dusk

seventy years to escape the labyrinth.

I didn’t know

didn’t bother

the beauty had taken me in too deep

too deep to think

to feel

to feel of what was left.

By SHREESH BAJPAI, GRADE 10

Nature Poem

The chirping birds make sound so sweet,

The clear blue sky oh! So high,

The sea is so deep and intense,

The beautiful gardens and their fence,

The mountains so big and huge,

The forests are giving out some clues,

The intensity of the wind and air,

Tells us, look around, something is there,

Yes, I am Nature! And love me to the core,

Yes, I am Nature.

Alisha Kolekar, 13 Yrs

Beauty of the past

Nature is a gift,

not to be greedy upon.

The gloomy rabbits,

and the blooming flowers.

The day gazing moon,

and the bright night stars.

Of all the countless things,

the nature’s blessings.

If we think how the World,

has changed with time,

from love to intolerance.

Once a World filled with

animals, furry and fast,

is now no more,

the World of past.

Fizza Anwar Sadath, age 13