Poetry from Don Bormon

Young South Asian teen with short brown hair, brown eyes, and a white collared shirt with a school emblem on the breast.
Don Bormon

Nature's Sound

In the hush of dawn, the world awakes,
To the gentle sounds that nature makes.
A chorus of birds, in the canopy sings,
As the whispering wind, its message brings.
The rustle of leaves, in the ancient trees,
A soft, subtle hum, carried on the breeze.
The babble of brooks, over pebbles and stones,
In nature's orchestra, each has its tones.
The pitter-patter of rain, on the forest floor,
A rhythm, a beat, a natural encore.
The buzz of the bees, as they dance in the air,
A melody of life, without a single care.

Don  Bormon is a student of grade nine in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.

One thought on “Poetry from Don Bormon

  1. Such promising young talent, reminds me of myself when I wrote poetry in high school. I love the way the poet captures the essence of nature; from the babbling brooks, the “pitter-putter of rain 🌧 on the Forest 🌳 floor to the bird songs embellishing “nature’s orchestra”. I can close my eyes and feel the Forest through these empirical renderings and just enjoy being.—Jacques Fleury, Boston Globe featured author of “You Are Enough: The Journey to Accepting Your Authentic Self “

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