I want to explore the garden
Dance to the song of the winds
At least that’s what you tell yourself
Yet the flower petal wilts
And you still haven’t smelt it
Such things give a tingling sensation
You are told,
A slow calm like sunset
Blessings others marvel at feeling
An emotion you search for helplessly
Wising you weren’t so blind
Unseeing to the presence of nature
Sometimes you wonder
Is peace what they describe?
Is it being alone and happy?
Silence follows those questions
Uncertainty and sometimes self hate
For most hear the song of the birds
Laugh at the chatter of the wind
Scrowl at the suns harsh greeting
While you can only cry alone
Never to understand natures beauty call
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