Sunlight prickling
on soft bare skin
Comforting moments
to wrap yourself in.
Wind in the trees,
and scents in the air.
In nature we find ourselves
most self aware.
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PoetryA place for poems. One year. 365 poems. A challenge, a journey - a quest to be a better writer.
(48) Nature
Sunlight prickling
on soft bare skin
Comforting moments
to wrap yourself in.
Wind in the trees,
and scents in the air.
In nature we find ourselves
most self aware.
