Nature And I
As I sit on this stone,Far from home,
The wind tickling my hair,
I close my eyes,
And feel at ease.
My soul has been mellowed,
By this gentle breeze.
The Sun on my shoulders,
Gives me a squeeze.
"Let's go Lad,"
He says to me,
Extending his hand,
In the form of a tree.
I soar to the clouds,
Speak to the sky,
At one, Nature and I,
Till I decide...
...To die.
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