Nature Walk

One of the beautiful things about nature, is that nothing feels as if it were looking down on me, passing judgement. It stands with me by my side. An oak trees wisdom is that it is still and embraces me without having eyes or any of the senses. The birds,
I cannot tell their thoughts, I cannot tell what turtles think Or feel of my presence in the woods. They look at me not sure what category I fall into. That they cannot make those distinctions makes them somewhat pure compared to me

This poem is about: 
My community
My country


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