For Nature

                                                


                                                                 Outdoors

                                Whilst the summer sun burns brightly
                                                 I walk down the tree shaded trail,
                                                 Branches stretching overhead,
                                               As if the trees are reaching for each other.
                                                 Their roots make caves near my feet.

                                               I hear running water,
                                               Not babbling, a steady, gentle thrum.
                                               Its cool feels so good running over
                                               My previously shoe caged feet.

                                                My thoughts travel through possibilities,
                                                I hear voices,
                                                See houses,
                                                And feel sleeping souls in the back of my mind,
                                                They need rousing!

                                                Outdoors bring thoughts of creation,
                                                Could I give a tree a mind?
                                                Or running water a discernible song?
                                                In my now inspired imagination
                                                Most certainly yes.

                                                                           E.J. Norris.