You always loved nature,
so that’s what I’ll be;
I’m the loud roar of thunder
on turbulent sea.
I’m the luscious green envy,
on woodlanders trail;
ignited through rainfall,
where flourishers sail.
I’m the bluebells at springtime,
where violet mist rose;
the leafage and soil,
enchanting through prose;
the dusk and the twilight,
where shooting stars fly;
the summery notion,
enraptured through sky.
When autumn approaches,
through seasonal moulds;
I’m the tangerine structures,
uplifted through golds;
decaying so slightly,
yet welcomed in death;
I’m the bowing of branches,
accepting new breath.
Though wintry courses,
will soon take their place,
millennial heartbeats,
remember your face.
A thousand years over,
and love still remains;
I’m the barley that’s gathered,
throughout earthly planes.
Snowflakes that glitter,
on homely rooftops,
I’m the sunrise you look to,
where hope never stops.
You said you loved nature,
so that’s what I’ll be,
nestled here always,
for eternity.