"Apetite for Nature" | A poem

4/28/25 - part of Nature & Mysticism collection

The grass whispers to me

Pulls me down towards the earth.

The sun begs for me to bask in it,

Why would I hear nature’s call

If not to answer it?

A hypnosis I fall under,

A rare instant where I can just be.

A power that controls me without my reciprocation

But somehow it feels safe.

An intuition so deep in my being to respond,

A hunger, an appetite for nature

So core to my being that I’ve forgotten it’s there.