When I'M Close To Nature Poem by Ayesha Tulkubra

when I'm close to nature.
It winds around.
Concealing me under its curvature.
Clicking thoughts, popping imagination.
Picturing up fantasy
Prismatic delicacy.
Fictitious sensation, beyond explanation.
Never harsh past nor anger.
If surroundings bloom,
These catastrophes won't linger.
Cascade pours over flames of yesterday.
Realities of future seem so far away.
Flavour of heaven is here to stay.
Present's reverie rules this way.