mothernature
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Rain sits upon the Autumn leaves,Is wet, cool, and gives gentle breeze.That new life dawns just over the hillWhen April again brings forth fresh drizzle.
It was a bright, sunny day
The hot sun was shining
The sky didn’t look like the usual gray
An old caveman took gigantic steps
Outside of his cave
It's 4:00 am and it's pouring outside
I want to reach my arms out
To hold the hands of nature
And tell her
Everything will be okay
The soft breeze, the natural air, it's amazing. It's like it's making love to me. Saying it loves me, and cuddling with me. While the windy noises puts me to sleep, giving me a comfortable feeling.
Where the air flows fresh and crisp
And life radiates shades of green
And orange and red and colors
That run deeper than the scars
Of the Earth;
Where the grasp of man halts,
Giving way to nature,
Green sap oozing
from great gashes
in trees
into
paper, furniture, and houses
all for human needs
like the great stashes of black oil
oozing....
into
lakes, rivers, and streams
Beautiful is the Earth!
Though not all things are mirth,
Every small thing has worth.
A yellow star presides;
A white moon touches tides;
A twinkling star abides.
I took a walk up to the hill
It sure is a good night for this
My arms feel the air and its chill
The quiet sounds so much like bliss
My feet crunch through leaves that fell down
It is the only sound I hear
What do birds see
When they watch me?
How am I considered?
Glancing downward,
Oh little bird,
You see many people.
From sky or perch
When your eyes search
What do you find in us?
A man may have a solid build.
Perhaps his hair’s softer than fleece.
Thick arms might lift a girl with ease.
Maybe his eyes with warmth are filled.
Some men stand with a solid stance.
Your beauty surpasses that of women,
Though poets compare their features to you.
Soft hill’s curves are better to examine,
Long hairs are pretty but long streams are true,
A flower now blooms,
The soft green grass waxes tall,
A tree gains a ring.
The clouds become sparse.
So, too, is water now scarce,
And plants droop slowly.
Fool: careless human
Though I am free,
You could enslave me
Like a master that enslaves scholars.
Though I am resistant,
You could poison me
Like a predator that poisons its prey
Though I am tough,
The sun rises from her eastern lair,
She sounds like the hooting morning dove.
The fresh smells that are everywhere
Glow the reds and pinks that shine from above.
The new dew on feet so bare
My daddy owns a forest
The trees there are super tall
Squirrels and dear and rabbits live in it
I explore all the time
I often play in the woods my dad owns
I think there are a gazillion pine cones
Her Salted Kiss
Scars, scrapes, bruises.
inevitable remarks that tell a story
her salted ocean breeze whispers in my ear
I remember my mother stating,"Im pregnant!" with such excitement only to come to realize that outr "father" had different plans for that baby.
The tree laughs
Children play below
On a hot summer day so slow
The tree is shade
And the tree likes offering aid
The tree smiles
A couple look deeply into each other's souls
Let me hold you.
Let me hold you, expressed the flowing river.
Let me lead you around the twists and bends.
Let me expose you to the eb and flow of my waters path.
no soul in east williamsburg
thinking about something other than walk my baby to school today,
pour me a cup of iced coffee and put the lid on,
someone spare me some change for a metrocard,
I close my eyes.
I want to see
The canopy of oaks
Dancing together
Swaying
Their mossy branches
Back and forth
To their natural rhythm
I want to smell
Red lava flows from fire-breathing beasts
While ashes bury mouths, gasping for air.
Remote clutched close, I stare at each deceased
And blink my stinging eyes in silent prayer.
Though her face was young, her mind was mature
She was shy but indeed she could allure
She had the eyes of an owl and wisdom too
And in the gusts of wind, her long hair blew
I'd like to take a second, Only a second out of your day. Please, listen. What do you say? Rushing, running, racing. Always in a hurry, almost like a chase. Not caring about others, or taking in the Earthly surroundings in your face.
I know how much she holds
In the palm of her green hand
Why they seem to spite her
She will never understand
Her tired eyes watch as they scratch at her knees
More is what they want
Hands forcefully grasp mine
suffocating kisses
touches once welcome
now repulsive.
Figure in the back watches.
I stare at headlights.
Does our secret show?
Flashback
This I saw on a February day:
Fluttering of wings in the tears of the sky,
Slumped arms of a cheerless Camphor tree,
Just Listen…
Just listen to the words I have to say ‘cause it just might make a difference to you and me
I love the way the grass dances as the wind blows,
The way the trees sway,
And the howl of the wind.
The sky is baby blue with fluffy, scattered white clouds.
A chill creeps up my spine.
Who am I?
I am the shelter for him and her
I am Mother Nature
Man cut down my trees
Woman however use me for a decoration
Flowers are pretty but they are meant to grow
Grass grows year round.
It starts green and it turns brown, as the seasons change.
Dirt becomes mud because of the rain.
Look around
Tell me what you see
It’s easy when it’s staring back at me
May be foreign to the newest eyes
Always pure behind the tallest disguise
Let no fancy cloud your doubt
It’s there, it’s there, shout
I hike on concrete
toward concrete sky
My oppressors are as easy as nectar
from the mouths of flowers named in Latin
In the clouds I see insincere rabbits
and jagged dragons
At break of day, the sun
slices through purple
darkness of night
illuminating sincere faces
of mountain’s cliffs.
Rainbows shimmer
like mother of pearl
through mist hanging on
The tall prairie grass sways, almost as if it’s dancing, in the breeze.
The same light breathe of air blows over your skin, wrapping you in its embrace.
The bright, shinning sun watches over you in its bed of pure blue.
