Nature’s Keep
Trees, leaves falling into the earth.
Mountains, dripping with springs, trickling
into abyss.
Lake, parallel world, twisting and turning.
Ocean, final respite of wandering rivers.
Sky, vacuum full of heavenly hope.
Beautiful, you may say, although you should be crying.
A sick soul, imprisoned by limited dimensions.
© C.S.Begu, All Rights Reserved
Part of The Competitive Edge – A Collection of Poems
Read also: The Competitive Edge (title poem) | The Consumer | The Parsleyness of Being | To the City of Hopes and Steel | The Corridor | The Immigrant | Nine-to-fiving | Morning Skies | Into the Big Blue-Gray | The Bargain| The Clockpuncher | New Pines| Note Left on Ledge of Bank Building | The Babyguard | Future Recollections
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