An ode to Mother Nature
Bodies of bark, bundles of green, swaying around like quiet trees.
Elevation of excitement, elevation of greed, the feeling of needing to seize.
To seize the moment, to seize the day, to let true feelings stir, like the night's light breeze.
Looking by the mountainside, a total loss of worlds, only wondering about dear old Louise.
Dear Louise with eyes brighter than the night's stars, with hair shining bright in the sunlight.
She sways across the compacted dirt, Mother Nature holding her tight across the campsite.
The round bushes watching over, not able to move, but wishing to ignite.
The stars in the spotlight, wanting to soar, but being limited, only able to sit tight.
When the sun is out, emitting its powerful ultraviolet rays, tired of the heat, it wishes, it dreams to be the air, the wind, the excitement between the kites.
The waves crashed against the shore, the white foam returning to the shore visiting, passing by.
Louise looked at the sky's gleaming light, singing the trees a famous lullaby, and watching the summer's roses slowly die, she began to quietly cry.
Make your own and share!
YOU ARE READING
The cynical dreamer
PoetryIn this book, there will be my original poems, stories, and thoughts! if you like cute rhyme-y poems or sad little poems, or just appreciate poetry, then this is for you!! enjoy!! (not all poetry). Pleases read and enjoy and comment!!
