Is there a part of me that always existed?
Vivid color thoughts drift through my mind.
I'm an instrument who nature uses as a paintbrush.
Nature has not revealed their true identity.
I could never truly understand myself, anyone, or anything.
The paved road to understand the smallest parts of nature,
Are rivers where there are no bridges to walk over.
I want to run my hands through the soft concrete.
I want to be a part of the stones future generations can roll their feet on.
Nature nurtured by the desire to fulfill dreams makes time stop.
Life goes by fast in these times, why?
The undying need to question all that is around me,
Is closest to the truth I will ever know about the nature of the universe.
The closest truth about everyone, myself, and you.
Great poem with a strong and prodigious sense of emotions. Great write.
about the nature of the universe, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A profound philosophical reflection written with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing, Rachelle.