Through Nature's Window

Bluebells flaunting themselves from the undergrowth of the deep forest, Cool, shady allure like their birth so pure, As the trees flirt with the ever changing skies, Truth flourishes here as nature never lies. He belongs to it's secrets cherished in its mighty fold, With his blue, defiant eyes so steely and bold, He roams with vigour, At times he desires to be alone In the depths of the cool, green shade, The bluebells are a vision of true beauty, A sign that nature never fades or dies. His memories are ingrained Of his heroine, his guide, Comfort was in her sweet, scent embrace, Now he is seeking the kindness and love that glowed on her face, He relishes the precious bond between mother and son, Never to be broken or forsaken, His mother's eyes was like the colour of the bluebells, Now she resides in her heavenly glade, Soft, blue colour just soothes his nerves on his way, He wanders down to the river and wades, Into it's shallow end to cast his fishing line, Nature has the answers to his secrets, Of his terrible pain, that makes him feel far from sane, Commitment is a road he never travels, Wild, free he is part of nature's breeze, As his heart always freezes, Lust is his quick fix of gratification, He is a storyteller to keep his lovers at a distance, His party piece is his solo dance. The bluebells of the forest, Comfort him, Befriend him, Love him, Without needing ownership, With his trembling lips As he feels his mother's love, Through nature's window, Her bouncing brown tresses, Tied up with her beautiful satin bows, Her love sows, His bounty of contentment, As he dances with his mother, On the forest floor of life, The glade of bluebells sway in nature's breeze.