Runes • Nature • Unnatural
Poem about nature that laments how easily and typically disconnected from nature our lives can become.

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	Unnatural When I was a child Nature was king. I'd anxiously await What each day would bring. In the spring you'd see me Dangling from a tree, Embracing each limb To find how far I could see. In the summer I'd be Wading through a brook, Rearranging the rocks To build my own little nook. In the fall you'd find me Wallowing in the leaves, Piling them high To dive with the greatest of ease. In the winter I'd be Sledding in the snow, Braving the hills To see how fast I could go. But now I have grown, And I find myself trapped In a smothering routine From which nature's detached. At dawn you'll see me Commuting in my car, Not noticing the trees As they pass from afar. At noon I'll be Toiling at my profession, Indifferent to the seasons As they advance their procession. At night you'll find me Tiring, yet awake, Unable to fathom The essence I forsake.

Runes • Nature • UnnaturalPoem about nature that laments how easily and typically disconnected from nature our lives can become.