Nature Poetry

During the time in the nature

Earth was muddy

Snow was brittle

On the side of river

Locate fallen trees

And garbage was scattered

The sky was painted grey

Every creature was too silent to tell the future

Sonnet for February

The trees like claws, reach up towards the sky,

Their branches stand so barren and brittle.

Plans of year-round green often go awry,

Though nature’s beauty is decreased little.

The brilliant blue of the crystal dome,

Nowhere marred by the soft splash of a cloud,

Rests over the top of our Earthly home,

Its hue shining downwards so bright and proud.

The wind cuts sharply underneath my skin,

Its cold a force to be fought with drawn swords,

All animals hide themselves and their kin,

When through the reeds they hear its ghostly chords.

Yet here the plants of a young spring do grow,

It will once again be warm, this I know.

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Wander together

Lost kids found teens by the creek

My love comes slowly

Nature Poem

un-Comfortaby numb 

     Outdoors

     Lots of trees

     Do not want

     Nope

     Everything is frozen 

     Spain

     Suffering

Rebecca’s Second Venture

Today, instead of going to my spot, I went with Nathan to his spot. We walked through the woods together, along with Steven, and adventured near a creek and some fallen trees. Nathan was determined to make me enjoy nature more, and I think he partially succeeded.
   The woods are peaceful and serene, but also dirty and rarely fully comfortable. It’s pretty common knowledge that I’m not a huge fan of dirt and grime. Maybe I should learn to find peace in nature, to work with it instead of against it, to love nature. But will I ever truly love nature? Does loving nature even provide me with any benefit? The planet, sure, but I’m not focused on the planet. I’m focused on my peers, on loving the people around me, on human interactions.
   I remember when I was a kid, there was a creek near my house that we would walk to and play and explore for hours. My reverie with Nathan today reminded me of that a bit, just walking up and down the banks. I remember being so small that 5 foot high banks seemed massive, towering above me. Now when I visit creeks they’re a little bit underwhelming. Maybe I should listen to Nathan, heed nature’s call, look out to the world with wonder again.
   There’s always next week.

The creek.

A small waterfall.

Sense of Place?

What is my sense of place?

I was born in a city with parks consist of marbles and trees planted alongside the avenues. Although there are some countryside around the urban area, unlike my grandfather’s generation, I am a boy born among skyscrapers who have no interest in fields that grow rice or rapeseed, a source or oil in my hometown. Sometimes I do not understand why my mother and father are so passionate about those crops, but it seems like they have the sense of place as a shelter in their minds.

Field of rapeseed

Fortunately, I have visited some places outside my hometown. Despite the fact that I still prefer the destinations where you can find excessive human activities, I have been to some forests, seasides, and mountains. They are all great places for a number of people but me, even if I can appreciate more from there than those professional photographers. Also, they may not be able to be the so-called sense of place since I have been there as a visitor for less than a week.

Seaside

I tried to remember my first journey. My parents took a seven-year-old boy who got in the airplane for the first time to a national park. I picked up a wooden stick twice as long as my height with the imagination of a hero beating against antagonists. My father was still dynamic to play with me. We walked for a long time that makes me felt extremely exhausted. The river was a kind of nice and clean. There are trees with leaves in red, yellow and green, which I knew years later that people come to the park for seeing them. I do not clearly remember everything. I guess I had just graduated from kindergarten when I came there but I am not sure.

National Park

Nevertheless, it does not totally motivate my love to nature who still sleep well now. The journey was fun, the air was fresh, and the leaves are beautiful, however, I feel fine not to go to the similar spot twice. My passion ended with the visit naturally, or, compared to the biophilia people, it seems that I do not have any passion to nature. This is why I dislike the article by David Morr, I am not biophobia unless he think I am.

I like nature when no one takes photos beside me. I like birds, deers, rivers, beaches, grass, and even the avenue trees. They just cannot excite me enough to be my sense of space.