most never see
what i see
when i run
these eyes
open wide
to woodland wonders
in disguise
looking out
on forest floor
as tree hands
give way to
beaming rays
as shadows shun
pools of sun
most never hear
what i hear
when i run
voices of creation
i perceive
from the trees
the weeds
and the bees
as i breathe
most never smell
what i smell
when i run
molding leaves
creature's demise
honeysuckles disguise
as my partner prays
“what this?"
i smile and
slyly reply
“nothing more
my dear friend
than a feast
for the flies!"
"as shadows shun
pools of sun" I know people like this. Swallowed up in negativity."i smile and
slyly reply
“nothing more my dear friend than a feast for the flies!"I'm sure you intended this as a nature poem, but I declare I saw the spiritual in it. Great job.
I enjoyed this immensely, the rhythm makes it feel as if I am running with you I can almost hear your breath. The simple short words are perfect for this. I especially love the ending line "nothing more my dear friend than a feast for the flies!" Are any of us any more than this? Not really.....
