Nature
Nature is the place I go to clear my head,
Jays are blue, cardinals red.
The hum of bugs,
The crawl of slugs,
The dirt below and trees above.
Funny how the woods contain so much brown,
A color you don't often find walking through town.
Distancing ourselves from dirt with boots,
There is special irony in the saying, "Remember your roots."
Copyright © Mike A. | Year Posted 2015
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