Man Of Nature Poem by Julian Takali

The man who escapes the run down industrial land
Will be the most joyous
The man who finds shelter under sleek foliage
Will have the earnest heart

For he will be no longer bitter nor rotten
He will smile at Natures emerald cotton
As coddled in the sleek verandas
One finds but the most lush garden

Far, far away are the cruelties of mankind
They linger on his footsteps
Ever since he's sailed from the islands of vile
He can no longer be toxic, of that he is inept

A lonely man is the purest man
Dosent the sickly venom of community
Stir your intestines ever so melancholy?
A lonely man is a man of deeds
Stacking wood, reading and cutting weeds
A lonely man is a man of nature
Rid from the crow temptations
Which only lead to failure