A Nature Poem

Night time drawing near,

I see winter clouds of gray.

A place for my head to clear,

Outside is where I stay.

Engulfed in my own thoughts,

Thinking of this earthy place.

The clouds never pause,

They roll at a steady pace.

The trees dance,

Making beautiful sounds.

The wind prances,

And blows all around.

Oh how I wish I were more like nature:

Graceful, Sweet and Safe,

From things Id make my own disasters.

Rain pouring; making lakes;

Or maybe be a musician

To natures calm symphony.

Living in salvation,

Having to show no empathy.

Could I be a bitter sweet chill

In winters white present?

Or a thunder storms thrill

Making weather chasers pleasant?

I am merely me,

Just wondering about the world.

What will come to be?

Soon will daisies twirl?

It seems so peaceful now,

Almost like a shield.

But what terrors are to come?

What should we learn to yield?