The aromatic scent of fresh flowers engulf
my senses. I lie on the soft and scratchy
moss, the color of antiquity-a bed fit for Titania.
A breeze blows past; yet all the while,
misty air clouds my lungs.
Moths flutter their earthly wings
in the night, while the full moon
gazes at the tides-
like Mother Nature, watching
her children grow.
She holds you in her sticky
palms, wet with dew
and the fragrance of dead roses.
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I believe poetry helps people achieve tranquility and calmness in a busy world. I live in the city, so I feel especially inspired by vivid depictions of nature. This poem was written to emulate Emily Dickinson's style. Like Emily Dickinson, I love the nuanced possibilities language has to offer.