The Nature Poet

Out there in the great ocean the wild waves toss and roll The music of saltwater is in the poet's soul She sits upon the high cliff that overlooks the sea The beauty in words she captures keeps on eluding me. She does not write for love of money nor she does not write for fame She lives a quiet existence and her's is not a well known name She writes of the four Seasons that ever come and go A woman who loves Nature and of Nature's ways she know. Some of those who think they know her say she is rather strange Her moods are like the Seasons her moods are prone to change But she is close to Nature and how could they understand Her anger at human damage to the ocean and the land. With folded wings into the mighty ocean from the sky the gannets dive And her wonderment at the ways of Nature's creatures it once more comes alive And she writes about the gannets as she sits on the cliff above the shore And her beautiful words inspired by Nature's beauty will live on forever more.