Nature is an endless poem
I spend many hours here, days, weeks, lifetimes through the spring summer and autumn…the dragonflies are returning today, and nearby I see my old dark winged chums the black swans! The wild animals of mainly friendly, inquisitive hue are ubiquitous, the water still wintry chill so clear and inviting, shrill singsong flows from tiny beaks in the thick bushes separating my sanctuary from the humans and their noise and machines and hollow vanity…I will deeply miss the fairer seasons spent here though hope to find new experiences and returned lives of mine on my travels..
such is the solace I find and become here, nothing can bother me, only needing to leave! I soften, shed free seamless and fully from the artless cynical ghoul I’m prone to morph into once surrounded by more artifice than nature back on the land…a dragonfly hovers over me like a sentry, as no other homosapiens have ventured into this secret garden of the wild for a season and taken up residence as if never left…I don’t believe he means me any harm, just quizzical and here is their home, maybe a youngster and he’s not yet been told by his village elders that I’m more one of them than the others of my crowd he may have seen on a spying mission away from the safety and symphony of these branches and sea breezes.
It’s a special dreaminess that seeps from moon sung waves and myriad colours and squawks and buzzing crawling quacking…where Im reminded how sensitive I am to my environment..here is a playground for the wild beasts, a sanctuary for me, where it’s impossible to feel alone, sense of completeness rises from the nature within meeting the nature without, confirmed with every dive into the tides.
a gift of a sunday starlit basking under the ocean of azure above, wading in and out of the crisp liquid embrace of ancient ocean currents my spirit reborn with each dive, everywhere my eyes gently glare a masterpiece is found drawn by the wind and clouds…a beaming smile formed of universal beauty flowing through me which has traveled aeons across the galaxies before finding me to paint through with these words today scribbled with my toes and fingers in the sand…nature is an endless poem.
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