A Nature Poem
That quiet place one
longs for a walk in the woods birds alive overhead
the stream that
flows & all that lives in the stream the sun rising
tracking its' path
across the sky setting at sundown all the colors of the rainbow
sleeping out doors
under the stars rain that moistens the earth
& snow that
transforms all things out doors ...still nature is everywhere
all things that
exist in space things that cast shadows things unseen
the air we
breath & the wind that moves the windchimes
nature is where we
live our little part of the world nature is you & me
April 22, 2015
Note: I am thinking nature is not just 'wild things' but all things. Men build cities and they become a part of nature, in New York, the hawk builds his nest on the ledge of the buildings, wind blows through man made canyons, some live in the shadow of the buildings most of their lives, never to see the sunlight, we are all a part of natue, constituently changing.
1 comment:
This reminds me of my friend, living in the city, longing for the wilderness, looking up between two tall concrete buildings and seeing an eagle circling above. Cool, Annell.
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