Nature of a Poem


Why whenever I try to write a meaningful poem nature is on my mind
My head goes to the trees and the water and the sky and nothing else
I understand I need to branch out
I understand I need to write about something different
But to me it is the only thing that can convey and change
The concrete jungle from which we live
Far the the green meadows where we came from
From the blinding light reflecting off the clouds
Where our eyes first open and our voices
Became an echo off the canyon
Nature is the only thing that lets my head rest to be content
It allows me to smile inside and truly appreciate the beauty of God
Of the life I have been given
On this sacred earth I have been planted
My appreciation isn’t always shown on the outside
Despite the poems about the land
that float around in my thoughts all day

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