Poetry From An Unconventional Mind

Nature

I whisper my secrets to the babbling brook,
And it takes them far away downstream.
The water harbours my secrets in its current,
if you listen closely, you'll hear them too.
Past the shallows and the rocks,
And the fisherman in his blue overalls.
Flying over the tall waterfall,
And down down down,
Into the plunge pool, continuing still.
On and on round the winding river course,
And under the couple in their kayak.
The water keeps my troubles safe,
From the canal barge being moored.
The river keeps my secrets safe,
Though the Moors and Marsh,
And to its gaping mouth.
Here eventually it meets the sea,
Where my worries are forever lost.

In the rustling of the trees I hear,
a desperate call to arms.
The voices of the animals,
The hare, the stag, the bird.
For the trees, they are their homes,
Their life, their safety,their food.
The branches beat turns into
A battle drum, against the savage beast.
The Forest is our battle ground,
The animals our allies.
Taking charge against the beast, that
With metal teeth, and a fearsome roar,
Stills the trees beating heart and lays it,
To the ground.

In the earth beneath my bare feet,
I feel an ancient power.
The power of a mother,
That greets her homecoming child.
I feel the essence of life itself,
Flowing through her veins.
But what of the secrets I whispered to the babbling brook,
That disappeared at sea?
Well they lie in the Earth now,
And the Earth hears my call.