Poem -

The beautiful tale of nature

The beautiful tale of nature

There is sunshine in a part of me 
My mouth sings as baby laugh;
My blood flow as ceaseless breeze,
 My  golden youthful age, i devot'd for nature,
As a purple flower in a green garden;
I am now
A Wanderer wandering to admire.

I was once, I will say an unciviliz'd man;
Roll only in my wall-lonely  cave,
Dwell only  in my lonely hole alone;
I have known, I swear, in my little walk of life,
The fret and tetter of  the encluded;
Cause their tongues and thoughts are in me-
A lover of lonely things of Earth,
Overlook the beauty of nature.

In nature, where in I  gaze so seren,
To eschew all default that debauch the soul;
To scorn all strife and embrace all life
With the curious eyes as a child
From the pageant  Patigi beach
For I know, the   good of life is planned,
I want to see it all.

In nature, I had tour'd,
To see it all, through the wide-world eyes,
From the fig-like leaves to the pole-like stems
I will pay the price.

So for the compassion of nature
 And gift of free thinking,
I pitch'd  my tent with no wall any more.
To range and to change at will;
To seek the  adventures trees;     
To admire what the eyes see;
To live and tell the tale of nature.

 

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Katina Woodruff...

You captured nature in your poetry, I could see the tall trees with their leaves blowing in the wind, I could smell the herbs in the garden scape, I could be like a small butterfly sitting precariously on the bloom of a fresh flower. To become one with Nature is giving yourself, all of yourself to the vast beauty growing in every part of the world, in shallow streams, in thick jungle atmosphere and in an ocean view. Great job! 

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