Wild Dense World

During the past semester I was in a nature writing class. We could write about anything in the natural world and actually had to keep a journal on what I found interesting about nature. It was so nice to be in a somewhat creatively free environment, and be able to write basically anything. One of the things that I wrote and am super proud of is the poem 'Wild Dense World" and wanted to share it. So here it is!

My roots burrow deep

            Within the ground grasping

            Moist soil. Lakes and forests

            Calm my soul. I was sired

            In a wild dense world.

            Lofty coniferous trees, fair water

            Lilies, ebony loons call to me.

I want to dive impetuously

            Into vegetated clear waters.

            Swimming deep, integrating weeds

            With sunfish, beavers, bass.

            Trees entering lakes,

            Creeping into rivers,

            Uniting bodies of water with woods.

 O Pond, ponderous

            Filled with multitudes of mysteries.

            Why will there be change

            From clean to toxic water?

            And mutations in amphibians?

            When will your home

            Disappear?

Shadowed Skies and Woodland

            Animals are in my blood.

            I belong to whistling 

            Of birds, croaking of frogs,

            Snapping of tree branches,

            And the seemed stillness

            Of woods.

I am no city dweller to be locked in

            Steal, glass, concrete,

            Forgetting nature exists,

            Using artificial light,

            Living through Facebook,

            Loosing myself

            In technology.

I want to scamper through woods

            Barefoot, carefree, eternal,

            Exploring

            Unknown yet known

            Visiting old nooks, old friends.

            Splashing through streams,

            Encountering new animals.

O Beasts, beautiful

            Surrounded by glorious confidence.

            How will one survive

            Loosing the woodlands?

            Living with no nourishment?

            Competing with concrete?

            When will your home

            Disappear?

Walls and Claustrophobic Places

            Corrupt imagination.

            I cannot articulate thoughts

            With constricting barriers, overbearing

Structures, sky-high buildings.

            Inspiration eludes concepts,

            Trapping my mind inside.

O Woodland, wondrous

            Surging in my blood.

            When will the economy stop

            Cutting giant trees?

            Destroying marshlands?

            When will my home

            Disappear?

 It's kind of dark in a way, but then most poetry is, isn't it?