Song of Nature
I let the song of nature wash over me
from gentle streams to mighty rivers
I'm flying like an all-seeing eagle
And drifting like a carefree duck
For I am the minerals hidden in the Earth
And the gasping wind on a hot day
The Earth is my playground
And the mountains are my playmates
But sometimes I just chill out
And listen to the chatter of squirrels
As I collect wild berries and whistle
True freedom is found at the bottom of the lake
Where the crabs walk sideways
Pinching at me in indignation
But at the end of the day when the sun is setting
And shimmering on my wet skin
I feel more alive than I've ever felt before
As I take in the cacophony of music
From the songs of cicadas
To the forlorn hoot of owls
I let the song of nature wash over me
Just another child of the Earth
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2016
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