At One With Nature.

Goldfinch60



I walk through the wooded glade,

The beauty and wonder of nature

Showing me its glory.

A thrush walks across my path,

We stare at each other.

A smile comes to my face

As we just stay still,

Looking into each other’s eyes.

It trots off, unhurried,

It looks back as if to say goodbye.

I walk on and see the sparkle of the sun

Dropping through the trees

And touching me with its light.

I become one with nature

As I intermingle with it.

There are only good thoughts

Within my mind,

Telling me that being at one with nature

Is there for me,

And I know that in the future

We will be at one together.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 16th, 2021 00:59
  • Comment from author about the poem: Walking through a wood.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 53
  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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Comments11

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    So nice to feel at one with nature ... that sense of comfort .

    Lovely poem 🙂

    • Goldfinch60

      Thank you yellowrose, I am always at home with nature.

      Andy

    • Saxon Crow

      Nice little journey shared with us GF

      • Goldfinch60

        Glad you enjoyed the walk SC.

        Andy

      • Neville



        I'm at one too ... and feeling three .. jokes aside, I much enjoyed the trip outside sir ...

        • Goldfinch60

          Thank you Neville, it is great to be outside.

          Andy

        • Doggerel Dave

          I hope Nature lasts for you....
          (Dept of Wet Blanket).

        • dusk arising

          I think of woodland as the cathederals of our spirituality. There is such a presence among the trees.
          I am with you in the feeling of one-ness with nature expressed in your post today.

          • Goldfinch60

            Very true d a, that spirituality always seems to be there.

            Andy

          • Accidental Poet

            Reminds me of "Tuesday Afternoon" by The Moody Blues. Excellent write Andy. ; )

          • L. B. Mek

            Amen!
            what a therapeutic read
            thank you Andy,
            (hope you have a great weekend)

            • Goldfinch60

              So kind Mek, I wish the same to you.

              Andy

            • Thekkinkkattil

              It brings back memories of the African Safari Thank you for sharing

              • Goldfinch60

                Thank you tk much appreciated.

                Andy

              • SureshG

                Vegetation is the harbinger of nature and in their presence we experience oneness with existence itself, as you have in this poem

                • Goldfinch60

                  Very true Suresh, we enjoy that oneness.

                  Andy

                • Michael Edwards

                  i share your sentiments. i was looking at a weed much vilified by gardeners - it smothered a hedgerow with its pure white flowers lighting up the track - the humble Greater Bindweed - yet not so humble. Sorry I've gone a tad off piste but I was so taken with the beauty of it.

                  • Goldfinch60

                    I agree with you Michael, after all a weed is any flower in the wrong position.

                    Andy

                  • myself and me

                    Every time I look up the blue sky, I feel like I am flying. It is such a wonderful feeling to be one with nature.

                    • Goldfinch60

                      It is a wonderful feeling mandm.

                      Andy



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