I run to her when loneliness
Bears weight within my bones.
I seek her when resistance
To change shackles my mind.
I climb her mountains to be soothed
And have my senses put in order.
I walk her plains when life becomes
Flat and loses its mystery.
I investigate her hidden paths
When I've lost my child-like curiosity.
I touch her canyon cheeks and feel
Her tears for things destroyed
And held captive by urban decay.
I hold her close when aspen dance.
I hear her sing through winter nights.
I swim her waters in summer waves.
I find her treasures in Autumn gold.
Mother Nature...home to all,
Where I am permitted to remain a child,
Feel complete in her solitude,
Happily surprised to discover how un-lonely
Being alone can be, while remaining
Ever hopeful within her nurturing arms.
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Yes...
exactly how I feel. How I wish that I could go exploring again! I can still appreciate Nature's charms, here from my patio and from looking out the window. I do occasionally get out to my sister's place in the country, and it is very refreshing. I do wish that you had not capitalized every line, but this whole piece works wonderfully. Very nice work! ~ Geezer.
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Yes, Mother nature
.. it could be a save haven to us all.) The sweetness of creating the environment by creating wonderful rhythms is expressed in an aesthetic sense in the poetic description of your mind.
Excellent expression!
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Nice piece!
Good Flow, nice rhythm. Like the subject matter too.
Both the rhythm and the flow could be improved by regular stanza length.
If you were make "aspen" into the plural, "aspens" that line would flow even better.