Nine billion people wand’ring aroundSearching for answers that can’t be foundDoes it ever start to make any sense?Should we just throw away the whole pretense? Nine million species throughout the biosphereYet only one questioning why it’s hereDid something go wrong?
Tag Archives: neature
Simple Scene: a poem
How pretty does the swan appearDrifting down the pondHow strongly do the hearts endearAll God’s creatures bond How proudly does the tree prevailDay, night, and seasonHow softly does my mind exhaleNo thoughts, no reason How quickly does the rain crash downPeople heading homeHow slowly walking into townThrough wet streets I roam
Nature Walk: a poem
Walking through the woods, mushrooms a-plentyGathered in my bag, fifteen or twentyBreathing in the air, windy and crispyPushes at my hair, slightly too wispyRemnants of the storm, ripped up and scatteredFallen trees despair, beaten and battered
Lefty Forrester 