The Song of Nature

The song of nature ... A full moon sky , Where stars blend into constellations, Immersed in deep thoughts Of sorrow and delight ,is me Sitting under a pine wood tree . The Owls hoot their cries and Doves their lullabies. Composing it to a song , Song of the nature —is my duty . The roots provide me comfort , To continue my work with ease . The zephyr calms me further , Helping forgo the pain of loneliness . The colonies therein provide security , Security against the gale and monsters. With a quill in my hand ,I compose the song to be heard forever . Yet ,only the woods —my listener with all the beings within . No human will ever know my presence , For the moon and it's entirety is my only pal. Still encouragement gushes in for me , Not from the folks out there ,but from nature itself . For writing this song for them, Who will remain as my soulmates forever , And protect me even after my departure, From the uncanny humanfolks . - Ism