Your Nature

Petals delicate to the touch
Soft, downlike resistance nestled
Soothing to the mind and heart
Cherished for their outward appeal

A forest green with lush embellishments
A brook does make it home in slithers
Furries musing with Nature's instincts
A harmony in the song of life

The downward pull to tiny droplets
Beat about the senses in tones
Enticing the child unfulfilled
With whimsical motivations of innocence

The beauty of the body form
The curve of the female silhouette
The angular stance of masculinity
In all their imperfections glow in perfection

Passion is the primal force
That carried my world from its birth
And projects into its future
Lest we as caretakers digress

Time used in appreciation
Of the gifts too often taken for granted
That which represent the beauty of our Mother
That which I see in you


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