An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
My life begins with pain, No sacrament, no beauty. I am dropped within This backwards way, No hay, no straw, No Mother-tongue,
icicles replaced by jasmine flowers april showers the ground with verdant growth vermillion pulses through my garden veins
It’s hard to blind when you aren’t made of the sun. Born brown, before I knew what brown was, I soon found out, learned what I could be.
I’ve sat in the burn of hate and pain Sacred fire, eternal flame I bring the rain to the rainbow of sunny I am filled and nurtured by the nectar of honey
a river flies swiftly off my eyes but I'm here and the wind is humid all I see is the waterfall off rocks my river is constant
I Am Green
I am green, for I am spring From trees that awake, to the sparkle of the lake I rise from the ground, as cover all around
This moment is blue, is white and is blinding, Here we lie with the millions of grass blades rushing to reach the blue globe surrounding the earth – they are green and sparkling
Bark like and towering—But no tree, a grotesque metal parody of nature. A bird that decided to rest here, might get a shocking
The majestic song of colours
The majestic song of colours that dance on the Australian land. My heart is pumping capturing it with camera in hand.
The colors within
What makes me unique, It’s hard to think, I go blank, like I’m taking a blink. Fevered passion, like the color of love
I am Green
I am Green I am green I am greed I am power I am a lie to be seen I am green I am envy I am hatred I am unworthy of love.
The Smell of Rain
Sitting in a lawn chair can be lonely if you don’t open your ears to the conversation that the blades of grass are having with each other.