Nature's Nonpareil
I find myself from gales and tundras freed
Til I am made to weather stormy folk
Whose blizzard presence suffocates my pleads-
Their fiery embers turn my trees to smoke.
Still other people strike me as so bland,
Our desert conversations leave me parched;
I long to plant seeds on their barren land
And go on hikes, instead of boredly march.
But you, my darling, are the finest sea
Aglow in scarlet light of sunset eyes
The meadow of your being wakens me
As I dance underneath love’s lively skies.
In your oasis, I find all I need
I find myself from gales and tundras freed.
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