My love of nature is only surpassed
By the sheer magnitude of its own grace.
Its playful creatures, its leaves em’rald cast
The gleam of the sun, the moon’s brilliant face.
I waltz through the wood, my heart aflutter;
The dappled shadows whisper at my heels,
Butterflies float past in a sweet mutter,
Fallen leaves caress the ground it conceals.
Admiration bubbles up inside me,
Similar to a babbling brook in June,
The thrill of nature seems to set me free;
I fall into the soft grass as I swoon.
Here in the wildwood I can reminisce
Of times when everyone knew of life’s bliss.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
My love of nature is only surpassed
By the sheer magnitude of its own grace.
Its playful creatures, its leaves em’rald cast
The gleam of the sun, the moon’s brilliant face.
I waltz through the wood, my heart aflutter;
The dappled shadows whisper at my heels,
Butterflies float past in a sweet mutter,
Fallen leaves caress the ground it conceals.
Admiration bubbles up inside me,
Similar to a babbling brook in June,
The thrill of nature seems to set me free;
I fall into the soft grass as I swoon.
Here in the wildwood I can reminisce
Of times when everyone knew of life’s bliss.