Mother Nature, My Home

The beauty of Mother Nature. Written in my youth.

Windows prevent me from the wide-open world

Where the Sun beats down on the well deserved

I throw open the glass,

And leap through this portal

And into my nature, and into my world

I run with the wind,

And sway with the trees

I lie in the green grass and savor the sea breeze

I sing with the birds

A sweet and beautiful song

I play with the young ones and help them along

I stand tall with the sunflowers, bright and proud

With their heads held high, not needing a sound

I dance with the butterflies up in the sky

I breathe in the fresh air for a natural high

I flow with the rivers,

My fast-moving friends

I try to keep up so the fun never ends

But alas it does, I am sad to say

So I shed a few tears and am on my way

Through the forests, across the fields

Over the creeks and up the hills

Into the glass prison, where I am all alone

But it is really Mother Nature I call my home.

Reviews

[Wolfe Greytome]

A wonderfully written piece. It captures the sheer joy of those that are at home in the natural world. Well done!!!!!