Why is it that nature
Is so inspiring?
That when I hear a bird chirp
I want to sing along and
Flit from my world to his?
That I grow envious of the bee,
Their nose buried in a blossom
So vibrant and vivid?
That clinging to the branches
Of a tall and sturdy tree
I feel I could touch the sky
And it would shatter at my fingertips?
That when I’m where there’s
No ticking of clocks
Time ceases to exist?
Why is it that in a world
Where so much is moving
All I want is to stop and listen?
But
In a world
Where so much is moving
One can not stop for they would fall
And there might not be
A flower
To catch them.