perhaps the spice of life
Dear friend ...
you have a long innings ahead
then when you are as old as I,
you shall be more read.
till then well done friend

O Beautiful Earth, very good morning to you
This is my first song on you.........................................I would say ABOUT you, clearer.

This is how I sing this song

And this is the place where I belong

I love this place, suitable to play...............best to avoid repeating PLACE.

Which has an endless bay

You cover this, with a blanket

Where I can junket with joy...............this verse doesn't make sense to me.

I grew wild without any source

But you nourished me with all your resources

Buds turn to green leaves in spring

And the twittering birds sing..................from the grand you see the detail, almost too big a contrast

This shows the dawn of an era

And it is also the beginning of a new year...........is your new year in May? Perhaps the word beginning could be different.

Joy and pleasure entourage surroundings....tour=round, perhaps FILL

But I have none to cling/swing.......................this seems a different subject

Since a big ball of fire engulfs the spring.........repetition spring, slightly contrived.

The bell of loneliness rings

Summer blends the heat with a breeze

And this brings an end to my spring wheezes..........asthma or allergy?

Cool breeze coming from the coast..............mixed tenses in this verse.

And this made Sun go past the clouds

The bay is covered with black clouds......repeated clouds

Hence thunders started to yell loud

It is raining all around

And that made me free from an impound.........not a specially good verse.

Happiness broke out with a cloud burst

But it is frog that came first.............odd this.

With a downpour, flies come out

And this is the season for them to mate............a little work needed on this verse too

This is the beginning of the cold.......................not clear what This is

So short is the happiness in this world

With the bay ending up in an endless bog............define the bay as you mean more than that

But here comes the season of logs

Once again the ball of fire is enveloped

But this time with a white fog envelope......slightly uncomfortable analogy

Trees shed their leaves leaving the bark
Thus winter begins with a misty dark

A day in winter begins with mist............repeated winter

And this makes the ambience moist

And the day is ended with smog

But covering the bay with fog............... a lot of But's

Fog is considered as a hindrance

Because of absence of radiance

O shepherd of all life, on this planet

I have always been your pet.....................?

Such is the cycle on this for every being.........not a clear sentence
But why is there none for human being...........none of what?

I just put what I get out of this poem, you don't have to listen to me, but that is my honest opinion.
Hope you work a bit more on this and as the above comment says, perhaps make it a little more concise/saturated, shorter but more potent. Some of the suggestive ideas could be better developed.
Keep trying and it will suddenly come right.

Yours Ann of Norway.

Your writing is your own style, the themes you portray are good, I feel that you have a village and fields around you but plenty of space.
May I suggest that you read some of the classic poets for a while and join in the workshops here as this will allow you to branch out into a beautiful world of words and verses, look forward to your next write.
Why so long between writes???, Yours, Ian.T

two best
salute them
and thank them
for the time taken
to lay your piece to rest
and
then one day you will return ,
the way i say
for a long innings

winning in poetry
is like cricket ...
keep yourself busy at words play
and
then some day
come about to say
the NEOPOETS
showed you the lit up pathway .

Till then within reach
of workshops do stay....