Nature is Art
I feel lost in the night,
Completely consumed by nature.
I only wish that were real.
If only I could drown in nature's art,
But I can't comprehend the meaning in full
Without feeling the dirt.
How is the ground that gives reduced to such a word, dirt?
Couldn't we say something more? More than dirt or night
To describe such wonders fully.
I want to be completely consumed by nature.
Words that scream beauty and art.
I want it to feel real.
To walk outside and feel the plants grow, that's real.
Alas, I'm stuck with descriptors like dirt.
Slowly losing my passion for art
And forgetting the night.
When will I forget and lose nature?
If that time comes, my grave will be full.
I think Earth is full
of our bullshit, watching us forget what's real.
We strive for beauty and forget the beauty in nature,
Even when it's covered in dirt
And hiding in the night,
Nature is beauty and art.
It is the inspiration for many who create art.
Then why do we keep taking? Are we not yet full?
I want to enjoy the night
And remember what's real.
I want to feel the dirt
And be completely consumed by nature.
I don't want more buildings, I want nature.
This is our most valuable piece of art,
We walk on Earth and complain about the dirt
And continue to destroy, the craving for destruction will never be full.
I want us all to remember what's real,
And thrive in the night.
I want us to love the night and the Earth described as dirt.
Take the hand of nature to finally be full.
Open our eyes to what's real, loving our home, and its art.
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For The Rainy Days
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have made through the past few years. Most of them are sad, and are personal. I would love any feedback you'd like to give. I'm trying to stick to writing, but I might not always update. I hope you enjoy my poems!
