The Transcendence

The first poem ever written by me :)

The Transcendence

Look there he goes, running here and hence,
Behind the green bills, fame and prominence,
An utter contentment or a splendid triumph,
He knows not exactly, nor does Nymph.

Veiled by his pursuits, his eyes blindfold,
Barring his enlightenment from what nature hold.
The sights and sounds most vivid and vibrant,
That beckoned him once, seem fail to enchant.

A forlorn pedestrian in a boulevard of avarice,
That leads to gluttony, envy and malice.
In search of subtleties, and things obscure,
He misses the rich, palpable and pure.

This incessant chase for affluence transform
The primitive soul to a dispassionate form.
The soul that once was considerate and humane,
Now bears these thoughts as banal and mundane.

But it's never too late, says the fervent dryad,
To the commuting man as he enters a quad.
You don't have to toil or search through infinity,
For the enticing sights are at your vicinity.

The alluring mist, the enthralling hills calling,
To feel the breeze, to hear the rain falling,
To caress the velvet leaves, to cuddle the sky,
To bathe in sunlight, flutter with the butterfly.

These treasures that nature proudly comprise,
Offer the ecstasy, the joie de vivre of paradise.
With all its transcendence, elegance and grace,
Man's revival it will most happily embrace.