Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

When In Nature

Poetry By: OxannaRose
Poetry



A person describing their walk through nature. Please read.


Submitted:Oct 1, 2012    Reads: 32    Comments: 12    Likes: 6   


As my footprints scar the ground below,

My eyes drift up to the sky above.

The fluffy white clouds so gently flow, and

I fall in love.

Once again with the simplicity of Nature

I bow my head to thank the Creator.

How merciful thou art!

For in this majestic place I have forseen with my own eyes

A vision of the heavenly realm where thou doth reside!

And I think to myself.

How wretched are we!

That we take for granted such a gift so easily.

This glorious gift

Of life so lucid and of tranquility.

I stare at the Willow

With her long, flowing hair being gently caressed by the wind

O how my heart does overflow!

With a happiness and love that come from deep within.

For when in Nature, I feel as though

The time has stopped

The world goes slow.

And I can only hear the sound of the river flow.

I lose myself.

I let it all go.

I forget about wealth,

I forget about my troubles and my woe.

For this is the place where I feel at home.

In the Mother's bosom.





6

| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list



Reviews

About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.