On misty moons, I wander free,
Escaping life's cacophony,
The world's too loud—a fading sound,
As nature's peace enfolds me round.
All alone, my spirit grows strong,
Visions of a hidden world beyond;
Shadows of the past still linger near,
And now, my soul will find me here.
For in this land, I'm never alone,
Nature's heartbeat echoes my own.
Let me dwell here, where wisdom flows,
With a world of wonder that grows and grows.
I am thinner than I thought:
Though my scale says I'm not,
I can see the sour fruit I've caught.
In the spring, the flowers call
Like I could be King of them all,
Burning in the sun before the fall.
not a cola or a root beer;
something in between
like a tortured machine—
it will power down soon.
that tang on your tongue
is from my chewed up wires,
lightning should show through smoke
I'm sorry—
Sorry that I keep getting stuck in that well;
Sorry for always relying on your rope;
Sorry for putting all my guts on display;
Sorry for influencing you to decide like me;
Comments
Love it! You make nature sound as amazing as it should be. I go on walks sometimes when my house gets too noisy, so I can totally relate
Since our Romantic unit in poetry is ending, I figured I'd write one.
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