
I tend to see nature as everything as well Pamona.
It's a moody gitt just like me
How can I stand in the midst of a thunder storm and not be in awe?
How can I walk along shores where the waves crash and tumble and not feel humble?
How can we try to harness and restrain something so vital and raw?
In the warm summer sun I can feel the caress of those long gone,
The wind whispering through the trees, tales of heroes unsung
In the clearing reflections of things I have done,
Nature's my heartbeat, my drive, my spirit, my feeling of one.
In the harsh frost of winter, reality is born,
A reminder that all that begins must end, nature has so much more to send,
An icey poke in the ribs, a cool slap in the face for those of us who mourn summer too long.
Between mortality and promise of new birth my feelings are torn.
How can I look in the mirror and not see nature?
It's there, in every feature.
Barn * don't shoot me - I never said I wiz a poet

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