Losing Myself in Nature
How losing myself in nature helps me find myself
Losing
Losing my grip.
Losing my mind.
Losing my patience.
Losing my temper.
Perhaps it is time
For losing myself
In nature.
I walk out the door,
Down the driveway,
Across the lawn,
And into the woods.
It is not far.
Yet it is a world away
From the world
That drives me there.
I breathe a sigh of relief
As I pass from the sun
Into the shade
Of the ancient, towering trees.
A path - well trodden - winds through
The creeping myrtle
With its sky-blue flowers
Winking at me
Like smiling Irish eyes.
I reach the bench:
Cool stone,
Decorated with rosettes
Of moss and lichen.
I sit beside the babbling brook,
Mesmerised by the rushing rivulets:
Splashing among the rocks,
Dancing in the sunbeams,
Singing as they race away.
I lose myself in nature;
And find myself.
About the Creator
Laura DePace
Retired teacher, nature lover, aspiring writer driven by curiosity and “What if?” I want to share my view of the fascinating, complex world of nature. I also love creating strong characters and interesting worlds for them to live in.
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