Feeling in synchrony, at one, with the outside world, in nature’s, arms, translated…
The Scenes from the Distant Mountains, the Nearby Trees, Fields
They’re All, Real
Projected onto My Windows
With the Stories that They Told
Every Day, I’d, Lived in These Stories
Experienced My Own, Reality
The Drifting of Clouds, Going Back & Forth with the Letters I’d Writ
The Songs of Birds, with the Written Verses of the Music from the Heavens Above
The Wind Like that Vagabond, Found a Place of Rest in the Corn Fields
The Grains, Sound Asleep, Tied to the Ropes in the Wind
So Sweet, Dreaming Away
what that, felt like…
They All Have Separate Partners in Love
Breeding, Reproducing, Their Many Offspring
To Add to the Growing Population
By My Window, I’d, Enjoyed the Times with Everything around Me
The Sun
From Morning, Tossing itself Out to the Dusk, Hitting the Earth
A Loud Bang Came
It’d, Landed, Outside of that Horizon, the Red, Orange, Yellow, Green
The Blue, the Violet, the Indigo
The Rays of the, Colorful, Rainbow
Outside of This, and Everything All Around
It’s All, Real
And so, this is the experiences in nature that the poet found enriching, that’s, the effect of nature on us, being surrounded by nature, it gives us that sense of calm, of serenity.