Pastoral
meadows, strolling rivers
wash over
my weariness
I gaze
and soak in the beauty around me
Snow
capped peaks, glaciers breaking and
crashing
into the sea
The
visions stir my soul
Swaying
branches, gentle breezes
flow
across my skin
It wears
away my stony shell
Nature
transports me to a brighter world
It is
such a plastic life I live
So much
is man made but
let
nature be real and wipe it away
Sandy beaches, waves crashing
over to
continue the cycle
Life is
more than what I see
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