Dawning Creations

~brittny woss

It’s raining outside.

It’s raining and I can feel myself becoming more relieved.

But still, I can sense this oh so familiar feeling chasing me down again…

This force is much stronger than before…

I desire to strip myself free of these humanly bindings;

I want to run amok.

Deep in the woods, is where I long to be most…

I want to be alone.

But not alone in an enclosed place.

I want to be out in the open with rain hitting me in the face

and the sweet scent captivating me more and more..

nature and I can bind, if I can only find the time for her.

She and I can escape from everything..

I want to capture nature’s beauty.

I know she can’t give it to me.

Still, I yearn silently for it.

I yearn for the freedom of the birds

that flap their wings and soar over the treetops.

I envy that freedom and beauty their have

and never pursue…

like Plato, I believe beauty has a ture meaning.

Yet, I regrefully admit I am unalbe to comprehend that meaning

where I am.

I am not lamentable, you must understand.

I am only on my own journey endeavoring to make sense

of this big globe we live in..

I find my happiness in thinking well and my amusements

in small things..

I love hard, passionately, and I try hard to succeed.

Though I don’t know what beauty means,

I can call beauty, nature and nature, beauty..

We’ll get along ..

She and I.

She so vain and showy with her beauty.

She won’t deny me unless I tell a lie..

If I am a lier, she won’t have me..

Something as beautiful as her shouldn’t be tainted by an ill-heart.

She’ll keep the rain falling with that sweet scent of

damp earth lingering in the air for all the humans with

the love of nature to smell it and feel healed….