i feel ethereal. not in the sense of being one of the gods, but in the sense of being created by the gods. the way rain feels on my skin, a slight kiss laid by each drop. the way grass feels on my feet, soft beneath my heels. the way the ocean smells, teasing my nose with freedom. the way trees sound, stories lying just beneath the bark. nature calls to me and i must answer. i sing sweet songs with the birds, babble with the rivers, talk to the trees, and kiss the rain back. i can feel the earth's heartbeat in every step i take, her breath in every move i make. she lives with me and in me. she is me. we are ethereal.
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a book of poems
Poetryjust a book of poems. honestly it's just a place for me to talk about everything i can't talk about with my friends or family. pretty nature-oriented.
