Nature Rises

Nature Rises

A Poem by KWP

I sit myself high on this mountain scape 

gaze upward to a sky adorned with wisp white clouds

my head tilts awaiting the sun’s fond kiss

as a gentle breeze weaves 

the valley, the trees, the grass - to me

I breathe,

the sight of a turquoise butterfly, eager to land on a single golden flower,

wings glinting in the sun, directing my wholehearted attention -

I attempt to count its flutters

impossible!


I am getting caught up in the radiance 

a tiny moment of 

all that is

the flower, butterfly, tree, mountains, valleys and me

the sky and the sun

all -

invoked by nature 

with a request to simply be,  

this time, this place

in return a promised existence of

eternal impermanence - 


ah, finally, a place to call home.

© 2025 KWP


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' breathe,
the sight of a turquoise butterfly, eager to land on a single golden flower,
wings glinting in the sun, directing my wholehearted attention -
I attempt to count its flutters
impossible!

I am getting caught up in the radiance
a tiny moment of
all that is'

Seeing Nature is so different from looking at it.. the latter suggests a walk past rather than stopping to see every nuance human eyes can or could see. You offer a few steps into the real world, the world not made by Man but created for him by whatever one believes in..

Your words are a superb and wondrous reminder of what our surrounding can be.. thank you as ever always, dear friend.

Posted 3 Days Ago


I sat through a very boring human anatomy lecture that turned out to be interesting in retrospect. If only for the references to how bugs, particularly butterflies and bees, detect light and why tigers look so strikingly obvious to us but why certain ungulates and boars are virtually blind to them (they are orange color blind... tigers are almost invisible to them, life must be a nightmare for them, or a dream as they never really "see" the end coming). Also.. there is a painter named Concita Atico, she is what is called a "tetrachrome" where they have an extra type/set of color receptors in their eye/brain and therefore see more of the light spectrum. It makes for interesting artwork.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


KWP

2 Weeks Ago

oh and that artist you mentioned is an Aussie …
Davidgeo

2 Weeks Ago

This does not surprise me
It's wonderful to feel at home in nature and one with your surroundings. Lovely write.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


It flows well with the natural beauty surrounding the author. It has immersion and appreciation, release and no coercion.
Enjoyed your write!

Posted 3 Weeks Ago



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Added on March 23, 2025
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Sydney, NSW, Australia



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