Born again
A nature poem
Grass prickling at my soles
ants, bugs, nature buzzing beneath.
An ever-changing sky breathes upon my head
as the rivers and sea flow through my veins.
Pacha mama, oaya, Mother Earth
I close my eyes, and I'm born again.
Thank you so much for reading!
I really like how airy it sounds! Like it's delicate. Lovely work! 💜
The opening lines made me thing of the first section of The Pale King - David Foster Wallace. He tells us to pay attention to the often overlooked thigs in nature - although he does it in a much better way than how I did here.
I hope you are doing well!