I'm quite jealous of you, you know...? This poem, it is what I wish to just throw everything away for, this vision you've created here. I've been finding myself near tears lately, fearing what is to happen to my world...and ashamed because I have yet to lift a hand to protect her...but this poem...it gives me a sort of...hope... We'll likely kill her in time, but perhaps before she dies, I'll fall into the deeper nature of me. Nicely done, sir.
I'm quite jealous of you, you know...? This poem, it is what I wish to just throw everything away for, this vision you've created here. I've been finding myself near tears lately, fearing what is to happen to my world...and ashamed because I have yet to lift a hand to protect her...but this poem...it gives me a sort of...hope... We'll likely kill her in time, but perhaps before she dies, I'll fall into the deeper nature of me. Nicely done, sir.
Oh, the pleasure of solitude is indeed unparalleled - when we are one with nature and nature takes us in its embrace. You have beautifully bought out that adventurous streak in man, that proclivity to leave society with all its complexities. This one was magically enchanting.
I am a man , I breathe nature , I listen to the stars , I speak dream , music is my life blood , my words pour from my heart . I observe , my hands express .
Feel my words , look as deeply into yo.. more..