Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

CreationEarth Nature Photos

Nature Inspiration Poems | Nature Poems About Inspiration

These Nature Inspiration poems are examples of Nature poems about Inspiration. These are the best examples of Nature Inspiration poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

If you don't find the poem you want here, try our incredible, super duper, all-knowing, advanced poem search engine.

Details | Rhyme | |

Industrial Nature

Ride the railway, passing the water tower,
Painted production high like a sun flower.
Howls of the engine, hooting as an owl in the night.
Buildings are the trees that come into sight.
Structured stone the jungle, vines the electric cable,
Survival of the fittest, one must be strong and able.
Wildlife runs on rubber, headlights the hunters eyes,
Camouflage the chaos among the concrete lies.
Chemical clouds collect to make shapes in the sour sky,
Blade of helicopters and wings of airplanes birds fly.
The complexity of industry echoes in the acidic air,
Beast hide in plain sight, protection of their lair.
 There is beauty in the broken, birth in the breathless blur.
 When the railway train passes through the industrial nature.

March 23, 2015

Copyright © Casarah Nance

Details | Sonnet | |

Gentle Summer Rain Art

Featuring:)  Giorgio Veneto

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.



~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

Details | Verse | |

Niagara Falls

                                 loudly inside my head,
                   roaring thunder rushing through my veins.

                                       Powers are
                              chaining me mesmerized,
                         hypnotizing with a mighty force.

                                thoughts are racing blindly
                             spilling into open nothingness.

                                     Crashing down,
                                   only to rise again
                             as an eternal magical mist.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Nette Onclaud’s Contest:
Some form of Crystalline 

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans

Details | Rhyme | |

White Crane And Beauty's Flight

White Crane And Beauty's Flight 

White crane flying high overhead
swooping down to its feeding bed
Brilliant flash of gliding white
awesome in high circling flight

Shimmering water receives a guest
one bound with a hungering quest
Majestic beauty stops for a feast
as sun beams down from the east

Grace and calm marks its hot task
seeking prey beneath waters mask
Patience may just bring a reward
yet every hunt is so very hard

This scene, bird awaiting its meal
almost magic as its often surreal
Waters give up that precious dish
As white crane gobbles up its fish

To the blue skies it quickly goes
flashing its gleaming white shows
White wings beating slow and wide
destined to return next low tide

White crane leaving high overhead
quite content as its so well fed
Magnificent sight in the blue sky
fish flopping in the lake nearby

Robert J. Lindley

note :  A dear friend asked me to write a poem about a beautiful bird.
And paint it in Nature as it would be most days.
I've always marvelled at the white cranes and their great white wings as
they fly by , so out came this write. Hope you may enjoy..

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Ghazal | |

Spirits Soar

Listening peacefully to Bach I soar,
Above the clouds as a hawk I soar.

Lying on forests mossy floor,
Listening to natures talk I soar.

Watching geese fly south, encore,
Majestically beautiful flock I soar.

Knowing life has so much in store,
Answering its every knock I soar.

At times life is like a lions roar,
Standing as a solid rock I soar.

I shall hear natures call, and open its door,
Making sure that with every breath I soar.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
November 2012

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans

Details | Sonnet | |

The Planting

The Planting

Seeds of sorrow lay scattered along our path
 so oft intertwined with Nature's wrath
Yet till the fields of dreams we simply must
for soon , so very soon we turn to dust

Green is the color of majestic newborn fields
as man enjoys fruits of earthen harvested yields
The sweat and pain given is the simple cost
thus we survive so ALL humanity is not lost

Life requires our own ground be rightly prepared
ignorance is the calamity so many are ensnared
We eat the dust long before we bake the bread
when we seek ease oft great sorrow we get instead

We plant our own seeds to dream to reap anew
yet we all pay, life is not free, tis so very true!

Robert Lindley, 10-01- 2014

note: Inspired by this morn's reading of Debbie Guzzi's 
super fine poem , a great sonnet -- The Sowing
I give thanks for this inspiration and the joy in reading 
both her sonnets this great morn. Certainly brought me
out of a slump and crazy haze these last few days..
Amazing how sometimes another poet can blow one away and change
 another's  entire attitude.

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Rhyme | |

Resting Under My Favorite Old Tree

Resting Under My Favorite Old Tree

 Lucky bird sings a jolly little tune
 of ravishing sunshine in late June
 Graced by soft breeze to give a thrill
 among the junipers on lakeside hill

 I stop my journey into Nature's treat
 to breathe in this melody so sweet
 Well trodden path leads me on down
 into a wilderness far, far from town

 Birds fly and scared rabbits race away
 as if I did not also come just to play
 Hawk flying low gives me a great view
 offering acrobatic stunts right on cue

 Fish flopping in clear flowing stream 
 day so wonderful, feels like a dream
 As the large blue lake comes into view
 afternoon sun tells me time really flew

 Now to rest under my favorite old tree
 a bit of good food and a nap is key
 Then back up the path to my sweet home
 God, it is so great to thru Nature roam!

 Robert J. Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Sonnet | |

BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES - a collab with JA Fraser

BLOSSOMS and BUBBLES From aggregate supple stellar petals' smile, spring fragrance bubble spiral free in the air, their porcelain blossoms dash perfection flair; suitors bee, beguile the flower by buzzing style, the blooms' fingers rush to blushes beyond compare. Bard wind began to sing to serenade the buds in grins rosy petals breathe a gentle sigh, one long mile... Afar, some girls and boys see these Belles so rare-- they blow their dreams to root in land fertile. They hope like blossoms their dreams curve in peak though trials, struggles may round and round peep for soon as seasons rouse may their journey begin To the times their life drifts, avoiding not to weep These blossoms and bubbles psalm, wisdom speak ____________________________________________________ J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo 9:37 pm, March 03, 2015

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo

Details | Rhyme | |

O' To Live With Nature Again

O To Live With Nature Again

O to live with Nature again,
cross the forested paths
Be one with her as a friend
avoid most of her wrath

Stalk the woods every day,
join in life's course
In our world we all must pay,
for better or for worse

Wade free flowing streams,
eat the wild fruits
Live, live within dreams,
fly back to our roots

Lost is the way to live,
pleasure of each morn
Harvest but do freely give,
grateful for being born

O to live with Nature again,
cross the forested paths
Be one with her as a friend
avoid most of her wrath

Robert J. Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley

Details | Ballade | |

Walking by the river

Walking by the river.

It was that kind of day
With the Spring Sun soft and warm
There was a kind of energy
That moved within my form
I could have walked the whole day long
As I felt me, natures pull
Oh Lord those river trails are beautiful.

I passed a group of roos
Who were grazing by the river
Some Parrots screeched above my head
And set my heart a quiver
And as those creatures gave their calls
A Kookaburra laughed
Oh how I love to walk that river path.

It was that kind of day
That you’d like to last for years
With the country air rich in my lungs
And my mind all calm and clear
I could have walked until I dropped
Along that river trail
Feeling good and living in the now.

16 September 2004

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Ballade | |

As night draws near

As night draws near

Gleaming in the silence
And the brightness of the sun
The trees beside the river
Are dancing, every one
Upon this cooling evening breeze
I’m lost in all of this
As river does reflect the all
My heart is filled with bliss.

Ravens flying overhead
They fill the silent air
With throaty caws, of loneliness
Their songs fills everywhere
With the breath of evening mystery
To herald the dusk in
As day does fade to darkness
The evening song begins.

I’m lost within the sweetness of
The dusks sweet, silent song
I think that it be in this darkness
That my soul does belong.

Bird songs come, then fade away
To be lost within the stillness
As darkness comes to fill the air
With the sweetness of it’s breath
In the depths of sweet serenity
The spirits come to play
And all the nymphs and fairy folk
Do dance the night away

31 October 2013 @ 0514hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Ballade | |

Fifteen tiny Swallows

Fifteen tiny swallows

Fifteen tiny swallows
All perched upon a fence
Oh what handsome fellows
But here, let me commence
To speak of all their beauty
These tiny little birds
All black and cream with a reddish throat
Oh how my heart they stirred

A lady walking with her dog
Disturbed these little guys
So from the fence these birds take wing
And head towards the skies
It seems that they are dancing
In the way they fly around
 They always seem to fly in circles 
And nearly touch the ground.

I walk around these wetlands
And wonder at it all
Everyday it’s something else
And it’s all so beautiful
Ducks and swallows, parrots too
And the beauty of the lake
I love to walk there most of all
At the coming of the daybreak.

16 August 2013 @ 1510hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Break of Dawn

I woke up at the break of dawn,
with the feeling that all hope is gone,
I was not sure where to begin,
but I was determined to win.

No dazzling stars,
no visible  moonlight,
no chirping birds, 
to tease my empty words.

I walked through the door with a subtle grin,
nursing bruises all over my skin.
I tried to escape yesterday’s punishment,
and saturate my mind with hope and fulfillment.

Walking down the dark empty street,
a cab stopped  exactly at my feet,
I hired him to take me to the mountains,
to breath out the stagnant air
and repair my body’s wear and tear.

His grouchy voice thundered through my ears,
he spoke with a strange accent that I could hardly hear,
It passes through one ear, and suddenly disappears.

We journeyed through sleeping towns,
they stared at us without a sound,	  
steep hills and rocky path,
bending streets and winding roads
dumping my burdensome loads.

He made a sudden turn,
and I felt a sensational yearn
spilling over in my soul.
Mother nature bursts from the horizon
and filled my heart with glad tidings.

Layers of mountains blink at me,
taking me up and down the gigantic tree
guiding me to my  unseen dreams,
while patches of green and sun burnt grass
prepare the city for the morning mass.

I saw her bursting through the thick grey clouds,
and I stopped the car and spoke to her aloud,
I climb on top of a nearby rock,
and reached towards her and interlock.
I was just in time for the meeting,
Oh how my soul yearns for this healing.

Mother nature looked at me with a grin
she shook my hand, 
and said, “where shall we begin?”
I lamented the troubles of my piercing heart,
and requested for a balance start.

What took you so long?
I know that you have been hurting all along,
and  I have been waiting for you to prove them wrong.
“Worry no more,
I am going to fulfill the desires of your burning soul,
look around and tell me what you see,
observe carefully and you will agree.

Let me ignite your body and soul, 
and sooth the sorrows  that you bore,
sleepless nights,
daily fights,
unfair treatment,
and treacherous  lies.

The meeting came to an end,
and I felt free again,
the peshmerga drove up the  steep hill
and greeted me with goodwill 
Dawn fully broke out into broad day light,
and filled my soul with joy and delight.

©2013 Christine Phillips

Copyright © Christine Phillips

Details | Verse | |

Prayers Soft, Dim And Whispered

~~ Oh sweet the forest path where I always meet tranquility, Thoughts of peace that mingle with the sky above me; A king has created a forest circle, a ring so calm, An earthly realm, so heavenly and full of divinity and sanctity. I draw out my muse and ponder in awe my life, A princess born my parents tell me, now ageless is my spirit; Roses red stab my fingers and I have bled into the earth, And we the children of the world are free to find a path. With him, the king and with prayers, soft, dim and whispered. _______________________________ February 1, 2015 Verse

Copyright © Broken Wings

Details | Ballade | |

Everything goes round in circles

Everything goes round in circles.

Everything, it goes in circles
So why the worry all the time?
It seems to me all our impatience
It really is  a blessed crime
Always frightened death will touch us
Thinking there is but one life
Fear is such a foolish action
Gets us all in so much strife.

In nature there is not a straight line
Straight lines just exist in mind
The seasons sun and moon above us
Look at them and you will find
That all of them go round in circles
Everything goes round and round
I have looked, it seems forever
And this is all I’ve ever found.

And so my friends just drop your worries
Don’t be foolish, live your life
Without the fear, and the impatience
These they cause you too much strife
Life goes on, it does forever
Take a look so deep within
To worry, worry till forever
This is such a blessed sin.

17 May 2014 @ 0745hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Rhyme | |

Just A Day At The Beach

From the tips, of her white foam caps
To the bottom of her swells
The depth of our Love for her
Only the Ocean can retell 
As we sat on pristine beaches
Kissed by waves upon our feet
Calling Us to join in with her
On this nautical Retreat

With her coolness, She caressed us
On that hot and sunny day
There, in the depths of her bosom 
She allowed us both to play
And when the sun began to set
On her wrinkled, deep blue skin
We both marveled at Her beauty 
Then swore, to return, again

Copyright © Jerry T Curtis

Details | Haiku | |

Leopards -Rhyming Haiku-

Sneak up on their prey very silent and deadly don't get in their way. Copyright © Cynthia Jones Jan.12/2015

Copyright © Cynthia Jones

Details | Ballade | |

Why aren't we happy

Why aren’t we happy?

What is it in the most of us?
We are not how we should be
We should be like a singing bird
Who boldly, in the trees
Sings his song when fear is done
His life just flows along
He only knows the dance of life
So he just sings his song.

And yet we humans live our lives
Enfolded in our fears
Glorifying in the sad
And making this quite clear
As we always speak of doom and gloom
And watch it on TV
And always live our lives in fear
Is this the way it should be?

If only each would take a look
And see just what we be
We never see the flowers grow
Or let our hearts be free
Maybe it’s time to see the truth
Of what this life could be
If we look at life without the fear
And live with mystery.

6 August 2013 @ 1908hrs.

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Lyric | |


The birds glide, I don’t know why
It gives me reason to sing
So who am I? What can I bring?

The trees grow, the waters flow
To take us far from here
So who are we? Why do we fear?

In all the glories shown to us, 
We must give in to our wanderlust
To make amends for wrongs we’ve done
Inspire the dreams, in everyone

The lambs leap, the willows weep
To show us we can dance and cry
Don’t live a lie; just ask why

The oceans latch, seashells laugh
There’s always an escape
To the martyr’s smile, on the sun’s sweet dial

In all the glories shown to us, 
We must give in to our wanderlust
To make amends for wrongs we’ve done
Inspire the dreams, in everyone

Don’t let it fade,
Don’t hold it down
The sky is open for us now
Just let them fly,
Those hurts we keep
Inspire the heart, inspire the dream! 

In all the glories shown to us, 
We must give in to our wanderlust
To make amends for wrongs we’ve done
Inspire the dreams, in everyone

In everyone
Inspire the dreams, in everyone

*This song is a collaboration with my older brother, Robert, who was inspired by two hawks soaring around each other earlier today. Younger brother, David, implemented some sweet harmonies that makes this song really special! * 

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal

Details | Rhyme | |

A Green Spot In Mind

I was so willing to compose
A story told in rhyme and prose
Brief summary of what i see
I see no sight of harmony

People walk in haste for food
To get as much as they could
Rushing from here, swarming from there
Raging blindly wild, teeming everywhere

I took a spot and stood to rhyme
With questions that could blow my mind
What the fuss about food and such!!?
Did they miss any fate to catch?

I coud not keep watching the pain
I went away for peace to gain
By the river down by the hill
A place where i could get the thrill

Beneath the blue, upon the green
Emerald sapphire, swept my spleen
Like a piece of Eden, left here
Peace and relax, beauty is clear

I spent the day on nature's bosom
Her beauty i tried to fathom...
I felt i were a piece of land
*Harmony *? now, i understand

Copyright © True Feeling

Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt

Copyright © Jacob Reinhardt

Details | Narrative | |

New Paths

A new path is what we seek.
The surroundings are taking a peek,
Going through, very meek,
Seeing no bleaks,
Getting piqued,
While hearing creaks,
In the new paths that we seek...

The new path is what is found,
Going through forests bound,
Going through the path inbound,
With soothing and raging water sounds.
Walking confound,
Silence profounded,
Sight astounded,
Passed through burial grounds...

Seeking for another way around,
Noises resound,
Spirits surround,
The paths newfounded,
Our instincts compounded,
Followed by the hounds,
Echoes in ultrasounds,
Passed through mysterious breeding grounds...

Going to stamping grounds,
Trying to get off this ground,
With those burial mounds,
Death moving the wheels around,
Silhouettes running aground,
Trying to leave safe and sound,
Passing through some hunting grounds...

Seeking for common grounds,
The mistaken path redounded,
Regretful screams abound.
Plans propounded,
Though some are fouled,
Throughout the paths that were found...

However, most are lost and wounded,
Most tended to walk out,
Some minds and hearts full of doubts.
Hearing salvation shouts,
From all these new paths walked and found...

Copyright © Ruben A. Hernandez Diaz

Details | Free verse | |

My Boredom Disease

Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around

Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!

Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination ! 

Copyright © J. W. Earnings

Details | Ode | |

An Ode to the Bee

The echo of Winter will never eclipse
The gentle breeze carrying Spring, 
Or birds overhead, with their eyes well affixed
On the future for marvelous things. 

The sedulous bees bringing life to the Earth, 
While they buzz and wash over each section.
The warriors of progress, unknowing their worth,
Wielding only a sting for protection.

The tiny striped martyrs then bravely depart
From the plant, at some length, to the swarm.
The nectar collected, their personal art.
The hive waiting, welcome and warm.

To witness this magic in calm disbelief, 
Is a treasure, a blessing to see.
The simple, whole truth is, from mountain to reef, 
All life here would cease without bees.

Copyright © Amanda Pence

Details | Verse | |


Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

Copyright © kj force

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

This Heaven

Shining brook glides over smooth rock, Sun shines and sparkles appear         I am me and the wilderness is we so show no fear      Towering trees above our heads shelter us from the tearful sky        Days go on weeks pass by      Such beauty and splendor do I feel high       Golden green grass on the country side, smell of fresh morning dew surrounds my mind      Warmth and happiness in this I find          God's creatures great and small vanish as the sun does fall    Glowing luminous man in the moon      Show us the way be it too soon    Leaving this heaven only to return to the city       But my mind so clear will forever remember you,  oh so pretty~~~~~~~~

Copyright © Catherine Trout

Details | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home

Copyright © Jesse James Forster

Details | Rhyme | |

I am so happy to be

I am so happy to be

Everything’s coming up roses
The whole world is looking so sweet
Oh I love it all, it is so beautiful
My whole world is feeling complete
I don’t know why I’m so happy
It seems that my hearts filled with joy
Such love it is flowing, oh lord how I’m glowing
This feeling there’s naught could destroy

I woke up this morning just smiling
I really don’t know why this was
The sun it was out, such joy was about
And I was so happy because
I am alive, and I’m breathing
As the birds they are singing a song
The whole world is play, on this beautiful day
In a wonderful world I belong.

I don’t know what’s happened to me
I feel so alive and so free
There’s a song in my soul. It makes me feel whole
The whole world is smiling at me
Everything’s coming up roses
Each day is a sweet melody
I look all around me, so much  mystery
Oh I am so happy to be

15 February 2015

Copyright © Peter Duggan

Details | Rhyme | |

The Bald Eagle - Eileenesque

Unimpressed, she sits alone watching
There high above the river flowing
Sharp, keen eyes always scan, protecting
Her eggs are safe, awaiting hatching
Alone watching the river flowing

Jet air planes and speeding cars go by
As she watches from her perch on high
Then with stunning grace, she leaps to fly
Gliding, soaring, master of the sky
From her perch on high, she leaps to fly

The bald eagle impressed me that day
While watching her majestic display
As her kingdom there, she did survey
Turning, circling, choosing her way
Choosing her way, impressed me that day

©Donna attempt at Eileen's form for her.....:-) :-) 
*we have bald eagles winter here along our rivers and build is awesome to go watch them..

Copyright © Donna Jones

Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Cloud Ten

Cloud Ten
Nick Rush 

Tomorrow let’s venture to a distant kingdom.
Through bumps of time to a new dawn tonight.
Picture yourself bounce on clouds past the petty.
Move beyond nowhere-land with delight.

No laws to abide, just cosmic complexion.
Silence plays songs you can’t hear.
The crescendo of life builds up in your mind.
As you judge planet earth with new ears.

Picture back home, people running in circles.
As you’re floating in space on a star.
Closing your eyes, you see fields filled with flowers.
When they open, thats right where you are.  

Laying on a soft bed of pink and green lilies.
That are five feet tall at least.
Basking in beauty, your eyes flutter shut.  
And you’re gone.

Awake to a view of a million suns.
Hold galaxies tight in your palm.
Closing your eyes to see if you’re dreaming.
And you’re not; where you truly belong. 

Waving from the island, of the fools paradise.
As you sink in the space of kaleidoscope skies.
And you’re here.

Copyright © Nicholas Rush