Writing Naturally

My first attempt at poetry without knowing what I'm doing. It needs work

A deer peacefully grazes in a meadow
The morning sun glistens across the dewy field
Red an purple flowers stretch toward the sky
Wind blows past a solemn face

Birds chirp merrily as they hunt for prey
Water trickles across bare feet
Thoughts swim through the air
A pen scribbles on paper

Nature moves around a dignified figure
A story is being built
One of love and hope
Many hearts will be stirred

The soul of these moving words
Aren’t only created from within
But also from the serene scene
That surrounds the imaginative individual