The Scenes from the Distant Mountains, the Nearby Trees, Fields

They’re All, Real

Projected onto My Windows

With the Stories that They Told

Every Day, I’d, Lived in These Stories

Experienced My Own, Reality

The Drifting of Clouds, Going Back & Forth with the Letters I’d Writ

The Songs of Birds, with the Written Verses of the Music from the Heavens Above

The Wind Like that Vagabond, Found a Place of Rest in the Corn Fields

The Grains, Sound Asleep, Tied to the Ropes in the Wind

So Sweet, Dreaming Away

what that, felt like…photo from online

They All Have Separate Partners in Love

Breeding, Reproducing, Their Many Offspring

To Add to the Growing Population

By My Window, I’d, Enjoyed the Times with Everything around Me

The Sun

From Morning, Tossing itself Out to the Dusk, Hitting the Earth

A Loud Bang Came

It’d, Landed, Outside of that Horizon, the Red, Orange, Yellow, Green

The Blue, the Violet, the Indigo

The Rays of the, Colorful, Rainbow

Outside of This, and Everything All Around

It’s All, Real

And so, this is the experiences in nature that the poet found enriching, that’s, the effect of nature on us, being surrounded by nature, it gives us that sense of calm, of serenity.