The leaves; fluttering in the wind

Like tiny dancers on a string

Pulled some invisible puppeteer


The sky; why is it ever so blue

Why are the clouds in the air

Like a beautiful painted masterpiece


The ground; why is it always there

In the sun, the rain, the storm

Always by your feet


And I feel

That I am one with the earth

I am one with the sky

I am one with the wind

And I feel

That life is what you make it

Leave it or take it

Life is how you live it


This is nature

This is who we are

This is nature

This what we are

This is living

This is what we do

This breathing

This is me and you


This is nature



The Icognito Writer: Random stuff = Random poetry

1 comment on “This Is Nature

  1. yes we become what we make of ourselves..

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