Nature Poetry - A Villanelle
A pastoral poem exploring the relationship between humans and nature, romanticizing the ideals of a simple country life.
I went to the trees just to hear them sing
A song so sweet unheard by queens or kings.
The morning dew on tufts of grass hide them –
The bugs scatter as it glitters – a gem!
I hear its laboured breath – a gust of smoke
Belched out by it, its sick, and then I spoke.
“As it is, quiet beasts live so happy
Yet you vile box sunder the peace, you see,”
I said within my black heart, stood by a tree.
Days past such noise meant shouts of “witch” went free.
Then dead was the widow with the small smile
Who cared for plants – her loud songs had such guile!
The trees are green away from the vile box,
The birds fly whilst the steps of the red fox
Creep off carefree – the grass is longer here,
The breeze in these trees that I hold so dear.
I went to the trees just to hear them sing
To feel the warmth and joy they have and bring!
The rolling hills seem grand, oh my heart soars.
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