Douglas Nichols Poems

When nature awakens from it's slumber
And tender buds Spring from a tree,
Leaves form to quench its deep hunger pangs,
Each becoming a little energy factory.
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A rock is a rock,
It may be deduced.
But there are three different forms,
Depending on how their produced.
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Each little flower
Bathes in the sun's shower,
Reflecting a wavelength of light.
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How green are the leaves
Of the plants that we view.
This pigment is from chlorophyll,
Contained in chloroplasts, not a few.
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A bird in flight
Is a miraculous sight.
One wonders how such things occur.
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I hear the muffled song of the morning bird...is this paradise?
I open my eyes and wait till blurred vision becomes more acute.
What is this? ...ahhh...A site I am so accustomed to...my ceiling.
I am still here, and it looks as if I'm to face another day.
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Do you understand me, and do I understand you?
I struggle with depression and anxiety and uncertainties.
Do you know what I am going through?
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I feel the radiance from the flickering crackles.
As I sit mesmerized by the wispy-glowing dance before me.
Ethereal fingers consuming solid form.
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Please...reach out to me
And give me a hug.
One that I feel I do not deserve.
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Warm moist air moves heavenward from updrafts below
Which condenses, thus white clouds are born.
Accumulation of the water increases in time
And water droplets begin to form.
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