nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
A Mournful Commune with the Trees
The damp leaves shuffled softly beneath my feet. Their hushed announcement heard by only I and the gossiping trees. The trees wondered, chattering away as if I couldn’t hear them. why I was there? Why I didn’t act like other boys? Charging swiftly and whooping and laughing and hitting things… They never walked, they ran… The trees were suspicious of a boy who walked.
By Abbey Ness8 years ago in Poets
