My Nature
doesn't have any
river, turbulent
restless which can
take the weight
of boulders of
the hills.
My Nature
doesn't have a tree
which can shelter
the birds
or fatigued wayfarer.
My Nature
can't play any
wild tune
which may go
with the beat of drum.
My Nature
doesn't have any
mountain or hill,
which can lift
a deep forest with ease.
My Nature only
has a sky,
beyond the Space,
which calls me
to flutter my wings,
to try to fly,
may be without light,
in the upper sky.
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Very nicely written with lots of feelings and intensity. Please take a look at my poem If I Can Fly when you get time. Thanks.