O nature

O nature, you are

a loyal friend more

true than all the

flighty people I have known,

for you bring sunshine and the rain,

and you are always there

in seasons tragic and winter’s pain.

 

Across the drifting,

fleeting flow of years,

you sit and wait for life to change,

while all the friends that come and go

are never patient enough to stay.

 

O nature, I am in

your bounteous bosom held,

and there, while all else fickle dies,

you live and breathe and bring me hope

with each new coming strike of the vivid day.

 

9/11/2016

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