Picturesque
Sitting in an open field of green, I enjoy the feeling of a cool gentle breeze as I look to the sunlit skies beyond the clouds behind the trees.
As for the time that's going to the time that's been into the time that's yet to be until time ceases and I change reality.
I become some pollen blown through the breeze in the firm grip of a buzzing bee, we land on a plant I stick to it like glue so germination can begin. Suddenly I change; I'm dowsed in a shower of rain as photosynthesis takes place for new life to grow again.
I become the vapour deposition as I'm evaporated into the air. I gradually take form of a massive cloud becoming darker as the temperature and climate change as I collide with colder, denser clouds causing friction; I rearrange, I create a thunderous supersonic sound...
My energy transforms as I charge up into something electric and looked at as nothing but feared and eccentric. Now as a lightning bolt hurtling toward the world, hitting and snapping branches off tree's abound as the animals frightfully flee, as I burst into flames I fall to the ground. Now burning as coal mixed with soil now becomes mineral enriched. As the seed germinated before now grows as it blossoms in it's rare beauty for all of creation to see as it's pollen blows on the breeze in hope to germinate more seeds.
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Comments
You painted a beautiful portrait of nature and all the wildlife that live within. I like your narrative style; it works well in the poem.
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What I like most about the poem, is how you used the first person point of view when making the connection beween wildlife/species and life in general. There is a lot more to this poem. I have it pinned to read again.
Thank you it reminds me of when my best friend and I would sit in the middle of the oval