Laying in nature
by Alexa Midnight
I lay there, looking up,
As the branches split the sky apart.
A gentle breeze on my skin,
feeling like I belong to the wind.
I’m not really thinking,
but also I am,
I’m thinking about thought itself
or not thinking at all.
The sun is shining on my face,
it spreads a warmth through my soul.
The only feeling it gives, is nothing at all
Is this how complete freedom feels?
Or is this just a vague concept of that emotion?
Alone am I. but never lonely.
Or I am feeling at one
with nature itself.
But my perfect picture is broken,
when a car passes by
the air gets angry and black,
the trees start to shake from sadness,
the clouds shift themselves
and the sun hides his face.
We are the biggest corruption of nature.
We are the ruined, and so we ruin
Pollute the air.
Drain the water.
Non other, than us.
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