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| One With Nature, Nature in the City Choking, dieing, nothing pretty Nature, Nature in the wood Living, breathing like it should I touch the trees I feel the breeze I want to be a part I close my eyes and I start I stretch an arm toward the sky With all my power I try and try It worked, now we're one I'm satisfied, now I'm done By Nate Cornelius (copywritten)) |
| Commentary by Author This is another early poem of mine. I'm sure that I'll post some of my new stuff on here someday. This poem is pretty self-explanatory, it's about becoming one with nature. |
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