There's a secret in the wild wind,
A hush in the blue of the sky,
A treasure hidden not in gold,
But in the way the world says hi.
Splash of water on the old shoreline,
Seagulls calling, drifting by,
Here, you can rest—just step outside,
Let your spirit learn to fly.
Lay your palms on ancient stumps,
Hear the chatter in the leaves,
Listen: trees are telling stories,
Passing secrets on the breeze.
Evening falls, the forest hums—
Roots and branches softly speak,
A language made of whispering green,
Of bark and moss, of creek.
Winter comes, and something stirs—
Bare skin tingling in the snow,
You run, unburdened, laughing loud,
Where only wild hearts go.
Angels form beneath your limbs,
Ice like diamonds on your skin,
Magic crackles in the air,
You let the world rush in.
Then thunder calls, the rain arrives,
You dash out, nearly bare,
Drops like kisses on your cheeks,
The earth is everywhere.
You dance, soaked through, a song of joy,
No tomorrow, just today,
You let the storm wash through your soul,
And all your worries fade away.
Here’s the truth: the world is wide,
But sometimes home is just a breeze,
A splash, a tree, a patch of sky,
The earth beneath your knees.
So run, so laugh, so speak with leaves,
Let new truths be your guide,
The greatest treasures we can find
Are waiting, just outside.
Oh how I wish. I could be there again.Nature
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And so you are. A poem of nostalgia and seeing the world different than what it once was. A happy and glorious place full of joy so well imaged in this poem. And although the skin has changed on this world of ours the heart remains the same it is us and our blindness in growing old that has changed. Byu putting on our childhood glasses we will be able to see again the beauty that surrounds us and the joy of life.
Thank you so much, Soren Barrett, for your profoundly uplifting words. You are absolutely spot on. Your insight is truly inspiring. You grasped the essence of my poem so beautifully. As we journey through life and rediscover the wonder of our childhood, we realize that everything outside in nature is a breathtakingly beautiful gift to be cherished and rejoiced in.
You are most welcome
Love it
Thank you, Tony36, for your read.
You're welcome
A wonderful write with beautiful imagery of the great outdoors, when we are children the world and the outdoors is one big playground and we get out into it as often as we can, but for someone reason when we become older we ignore the beauty of it or just forget its there, waiting for our return, enjoyed the read
Thank you, Poetic Licence.For your words, yes, so true. We do forget about the outdoors. Enjoy this beautiful day.
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Wonderful poem with brilliant metaphors ....
Very nice .
Thank you so much for your kind words, Priya Tomar. Enjoy this beautiful day.
You are most welcome...
My friend, this is stunningly beautiful. Every stanza feels like a doorway...not to escape the world, but to remember we belong to it. The line “a language made of whispering green” especially got me…like the forest finally answered back. Beautifully done. 🌹👏
Thank you so much for your kind words. My friend, you are correct; sometimes we forget that the world outside is just as beautiful as can be. Imagination never ends. You're right on the spot. There are always doorways in the forest.❤️
Yay! There are indeed! You are most welcome, my friend! 🖤🙏🦇🐦⬛
It's closer than you realize, seriously. Very lovely with such exquisite imagery the soul begins to faint, rendered charmingly with a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Yes, Cheeky Missy, thank you so much for your kind words. I'm glad you enjoy it. I just love nature and being outdoors.❤️
I do likewise.
Wow, I'm dazzled. A masterpiece full of spices, images, sensations, and nostalgia. I'm glad I stopped by to read it. I really enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing. Best regards.
Thank you so much for stopping by. I'm glad you did. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Most of Damaso, for your kind words.
you have captured the change of seasons and your rapture in witnessing the same very vividly and beautifully
great job - keep them coming
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