A (Modified)Love Poem
A little something I came up with on the top of a mountain today. Hope you like it.
I yearn for nature. That's just the way it is.
My soul demands it, like the lungs demand air.
I desire the gleeful cries of a magpie atop a fence post,
I must have the spicy smell of fallen pine needles in the summer.
I burn for hollow stumps filled with last season's leaves,
I ache for handfuls of seeds released to the wind.
There is an emptiness inside me that can only be filled with mud,
the kind that squishes around your toes.
I crave rocks. All of them.
I pine for the place near the water where all the tracks meet.
I simply cannot exist without that blade of grass...
No, not that one, the one to the left... a little more...
Yes, that one.