The snow falls around her feet
The leaves dancing and follow like an escort fleet
She glides through the air too graceful to walk
her voice too pure for anyone to hear her talk
she wears a flowing gown blending in with the snow fall
she is too perfect to be witnessed by anyone at all
She walks purposefully towards the waters edge
her hazelnut eyes wander from pier to cliffs ledge
from the beauty of nature to the creation of man
she feels a sadness the likes no one can
as her home is encircled by unnatural construct
and that natural beauty is plucked
her feet reach the gentle lull of the lake
something too unique, too beautiful to be fake
she's up to her knees now.
her dress begins to moisten
the wind is silent, intent to listen
her eyes are closed now.
her waist is submerged in the beauty
she failed in her duty
to watch over the woods, the rivers, the seas
so she is gone now for no one to see
The death of mother nature.
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Non Nobis Tantum Nati
PoésieFor a few years now I have been writing poetry, at first it was just something I did to pass the time and vent emotions that I didn't really have any other way of letting out but over time it has developed into something that I just find myself doin...
