Untamed
Primal
Instincts
Lead Me.
Nature
Welcomes
Me home,
At last.
Forests;
Old growth.
Rivers,
Winding,
Churning.
Fishing;
Line cast.
Sheltered
From cold.
Worn-out,
Yet soothed.
The Earth
Sings me
To sleep.
Arise.
New day.
Rhythmic
Cycles
Rule me.
My roots
Run deep.
*'Two Seven Four Poetry Contest'
*Sponsored by: Charles Messina
*Entered on:08/25/2025
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