Oftentimes I walk alone
To listen to my musings
Taking in all around me
Looking for all the new things
Gazing at the world around
The things, places, and people
This is what I most worship
Where I would place the steeple
Roving, watching, being free
I see how much we all mean
Tiny parts to make a whole
Each struggling to be seen
Together we become strong
United, how we belong
nature poetry
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