The evening
The cricket families were prepping their nightly revels, with some individuals of its many kinds started playing their songs that mother nature had taught them since birth.
The Walnut Tree
Putting a name to the substance (juglone) doesn't help her, only makes her feel more connected to her toxic nature. the poison kills all that surrounds her until only grass remains. her fruit stains the hands a long-lasting cocoa.
power circle
preview story this story is about a powerful six month old boy who used his second sight and shield powers to stop bad people from killing his mom or dad. Because if his parents die then there killer dies as vash will make sure of it. Because grief...
Full Circle
Full Circle Strong cypress lies aside me Grown out of a field Mockingbird sings freely Never forced to yield. A river of molten rock Runs not far beyond The deer and the crane Visible from any stalk Yet under the pouring rain May yet breed a...
The Wolf Mother's New Child
Collab with http://www.furaffinity.net/user/born2beagator there are many unknown wonders in nature. some people go into nature to document them. logan was one such person.
False Wildness
Trees arranged in immaculate rows to emulate nature's reign. but to the cracks in the pavement, man remains blind.
The Wolf
#2 of poetry when i see nature, i think of the wolf whose eyes always shine bright beautifully with its gentle howling and bark of woof and fur that glistens with immunity.
A whisper from Gaia
A whisper from Gaia; mother of men. Words thrown to the wild wind, Unheeded by those who do not listen. Words, if heard right, would sound in the young minds Witches, Christians, Jewish Children and kin; All be rested, as her loving words...
Haiku Español con traducción; Spainish haiku with translation
**El Haiku Español:** Esta noche en / el bosque del corazón / espero por ti. **The Translation:** Tonight in / the forest of the heart / I wait for you. If you like these, send me a message and tell me what you'd like me to write a poem...
Anteater/Antbear
Striding on curved fore-claws across the Mato Grosso you stop almost casually to slip a long tongue down this or that hill: Antbear, what's it like to go through life with no teeth? Sucking it up as the ranchers hunt you down & drive you out...
Go Tell Fire [Chapter 1]
The bears taught me how to hunt for fish and other animals, to find berries and fruits, to defend myself against other woodland animals, and everything else required to live out here in the middle of a furious but gentle nature.
Poem #31: Spring
_Spring_ My brain is buzzing My heart is blooming Blood is murmuring A river flowing fast The Queen She pollinates my soul Her smile The sun shines down on me I bask in her radiance Air filled with her scent The time of new beginnings ...