‘Verse-atile’ is a thread in which we post particularly evocative poetry related to Nature. We invite you to send in poems written by you or your favourite poets for posting here
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world,
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
-Lord Alfred Tennyson