English poetry, Mindful

Make Me Into Nature

Oh how wonderful,

If I were a being,

Floating amongst flowers,

And trees of beauty,

How sweet to be in the freshness,

Of the open air in my nostrils,

The wind blowing my hair,

The sun shining my face,

The nature’s syrups ripening,

The aromic smells drifting,

And all is peaceful where,

I float through fields of bloom,

And not a thing to harm me,

Or a big problem to face me,

As I swoon along in the breeze,

Oh how I wish that I were,

Nature blowing along with no,

Pressure on my soul & boom!


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