Nothing
All I need
Should I be left to my own
Devices
Could never be something
That I could describe
To all those closed minded
People
Because the sweet caress
Of wind around my palm
And the freshness she brings
The swell of music and sounds
That so familiar crash
Against me
And the content melody
Of the singing earth about me
Never leaves
Never leaves me
This sweet embrace
Of being held by the earth
Is all I need.
This poem is about:
Me