The Struggles of Nature
By Mason F
I don’t feel that I can do Nature, but I hope to understand the world all around me.
Not in the great outdoors, there is nowhere to turn, I want to run back inside,
Always being told it's good for me, but the struggle is crippling internally.
The howling wind and the biting sand bit me needlessly, stings pricking my skin.
Under a solid tiled roof, I feel protected, against a silent and growing fear.
Right or left, every turn is a turmoil inside, outside.
Even after all this, I want to keep trying, to be strong and brave, to be my best.
Maybe one day, it may hit me, I am calm and at peace
As I leap playfully onto the beach, invigorated by the sea.
Staring out across crystal blue waters, rejoicing finally, my friend the force of nature, the great outdoors.
Oh, how I envy the fortunate ones, those in blissful harmony.
Nature may, at last, please discover me.