A collection of poems on my musings of Nature and change.

Despite it being out of reach, unable to bring forth any bodily warmth at night, it still remains the most awestruck wonder in the frozen wilderness.

This his thoughts...His story is unknown...but you are the one to decide who he was and what his story is...

A bird tries to escape a storm

A little short free verse poem I came up with inspired by the days when NXT was a reality show, and the contestants had to do promos based on random words. This one is based on when Justin Gabriel had to come up with a promo based on the word "flower". Also, this is not about me. I just want to make it clear that this is how I perceive a narcissist to think.

"Hush, hush, dear one for I have things to say. Listen, before time sweeps you off and on your way."

A simple poem about pretty flowers.

rain is the most beautiful thing in this life, and something i feel very strongly about, so obviously i wrote a poem or two.

A kid's perspective about the moon's phases.

The Earth is our only home.

Huntington/Japanese Garden

About a little friend of mine

Take me home, Mama. I'm so tired...

Don't always stick together

This is about an anchor

'I. Stand. Alone. No one. There. No one. Ever comes. No one. Who cares.' A poem about an abandoned stick in the mud talking about the freedom he yearns and the loneliness that plagues him.

light to dark and dark to light, right to wrong and wrong to right, night to day and day to night, wake and slumber always fight

What you might see if you had a nosy on down in wales today, spring being my favorite time of year, I thought I would share why.

The legend says that an enchanted forest on unknown grounds is home to a highly valuable yet unexplored treasure.. This is its story.. (Inspired by the cover image that I do not own)

Écrit dans le cadre du 365 Drabble Days. Thème 3 : Light - Lumière

A love poem from the moon to the earth.

A look at the struggles of life and our relationship with the natural world, told from the perspective of a flock of starlings.

Première poésie faite en cours d'anglais. Je m'excuse d'avance pour les fautes qu'il risque d'y avoir ; je suis nulle en anglais.

Within each and every man lies a strife... Ambiguity.

She flies, and she hunts, and she survives.