Observations in NatureA Poem by cassandra violetA list of things I sometimes wish I was, and then what I'd sacrifice them all to be.Why don’t people ask the humming bird why it sings? Why don’t people question a bee as it bounces on blossoms? Would you wonder why a squirrel gathers acorns for the winter? Or a bear as it feasts in preparation for hibernation? Would you implore a rainstorm, demanding to know why drops of water fall like thunder? Would you dare to ask a sunset why its colors dance about the sky in soft, shinning pastels? I wish I were a humming bird So I could sing loud words as I walk down streets And for a moment not care what others think. I long to be a bee, plowing in my garden, Again and again until I had a basket full of fruits Gathered to the music of bird’s tunes. I beg to be a squirrel so I could twirl with the leaves of trees And carelessly gather nature’s fruitful wonders In a cool summer breeze. My body desires to be a bear So I could escape to where silence rung And the winds sung In quiet isolation. If only I were a rainstorm, so my rage could cleanse my soul And my thunder could patrol the Earth Striking lightning with mirth As it sunk into the dirt. But despite all of these, I’d give them up to be a sunset So I could watch people forget darkness As they marveled at my beauty and oh! What a perfect duty that would be, To set souls soaring and free Like how my mind seeks in my dreams Every night as I fall asleep. © 2010 cassandra violetReviews
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Added on November 25, 2010Last Updated on November 25, 2010 Authorcassandra violetboston, MAAboutI hate this part. This is the part where I try to tell you who I am, what I've been and what I want with every single last milimeter of blood dancing in my veins to become- the person who my heart bea.. more..Writing
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