Nature

It is with great pleasure
I lay me here today
As my body absorbs the moment
My thoughts are out at play
I watch the crystalline waters race
To meet its salted kin
O’er tumbled pebble faces
‘t makes eddies where whirlpools spin.
Immure in nature is my desire
My amore for her, non-porous
As the devotion of the dove.

How lovely is this humming bird?
Not much bigger a bumble bee
So far her humming’s heard
As she moves from tree to tree.
Inquisitive is her demeanor
She just cannot let me be

I think she saw me the moment I saw her
Inspecting me with great tenacity
Oblivious to my fears.
She comes within inches of my eyes
Obsessed by their glare?

Then zigzagging around my head
She lands on a lock of my hair
I so envy your existence
Moving from here to there
Having no indenture
And all the time to spare

You respect not mortal impose
Nor any erected boundary
Taking nectar at your dispose
From their fountains you drink proudly
Alas it seems satisfied
You vivacious curiosity

Lo here comes the dragonfly as you depart from me
Her blood stone onyx eyes
Majestically set upon their bezel
Patrol earth tree and sky
From her perch on a hair of nettle.