Hole In The Hedgerow

Poetry, Stories, and Other Musings With Spilt Ink

In Nature

Birds never talk to me


But I listen to them sing


As they sing on without me


And bugs


On me they don’t even know I’m there


Lost in their own little worlds on me


As they live in them without me


And the grass


It springs back to hide any trace of my steps as I pass


Lightly as I can from tree to tree


As they tower above me


And I’m in nature and not on it


As it exists without me

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Rowan

I am a man of words, and preferably those words left unspoken

2 responses to “In Nature”

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    Kate Wolfe

    And hopefully will still exist when man is a distant memory.

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  2. taurusingemini Avatar
    taurusingemini

    desperately, searching for this place to belong in, and yet, we keep on searching, and never find it, not knowing, we all have to, be comfortable in our own skins, before we can feel, comfortable in this, world.

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