Natural Serendipity
The Transcendental era was right
fleeing to nature at any complicating plight
burying deep into the foliage and soil
avoiding the worlds unbearable turmoil
within the hues of green pastels, thoughts that loom separate into the air
soon new instances begin to emerge
peaking at the deep intentions and desires
like feathers, hope and joy fluff into being where pain and pressure once maintained
the power of self-aspiration's escape from the entrapment of societal fog
My happiness is in a place of being alone in the silence of the boastful hums from nature
blanketed in something other than the impending stress of life's everyday flame
I am given a smile that is genuine and rooted in soul
Once I return to the normality I am temporally sane
thank you to nature and the serendipity it contains