Nature Addict
I am a nature addict
and I see people laugh at it...
When I ponder about the future,
or gotta handle the torture,
I look deep into nature
and she is my wound's suture
When I encounter persistent failures,
and when my heart mourns like a wailer,
I lean on the shoulders of the nature
and she is my only saviour
Yeah, I am a nature addict
and I see people laugh at it
Whenever I feel depressed
and when my muse is messed up
She sends butterflies and birds as guests
and makes me embrace the zest
Even a small insect turns my sobering mind
into the happiest one and the cool wind
untangles my mind's twisty knots and
removes hatred from my heart without my consent
However I know our mother nature is so kind
And so I am a nature addict
But I see people laugh at it
When a single wild flower grins,
and when the dawn chorus of birds begin
some esoteric sense of happiness comes within,
I am addicted, is that a sin?
I am a nature addict
and I see people laugh at it,
But I am proud of it
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