Nature's Poet

The poet calmly Studies the myths and legends Of flowers and trees He's Nature's prophet In word and deed. O we need His humble kind now More than ever, in a world That doesn't dare to Dream, but coldly calculates Every possible Move. Those who err on the side Of caution in key Matters of the heart and soul End up destroying All that is life enhancing. Those who search for gold, Rather than fruits of wisdom Find themselves haunted, And then hypnotised, by the Serpent's deadly eyes Yet the true poet Continues on his long road Towards the Light. Unperturbed by distractions.