Stop and Look

A poem for those who give nature a chance to be seen.

Photo by Sapan Patel on Unsplash

Let the light in

See as close as possible

Watch the wind hit beauty

Delicate and strong

Never worried

Heart beating

Immaculate timing

Synchronized chiming

Leaves brush against

Branches creek never too tense

Flow flow flow

Not rushed to go

Why us and why it

Nothing makes complete sense

Tired of the fake

Watching over a clear lake

Sitting on a bench

When will it be enough

Nothing ever is

Letting myself go

Is my only answer

Wind caressing my face

One deep breath

Hearing just a whistle

Of a far memory with a kettle

Everything grows

But the trees seem to stay

The grass lets itself sway

Feel the dirt as the first time