Nostalgia

Nature, the muse, now whispers at last.

Naked trees sway in the breeze so gentle,

Nimble deer prance, wild and free, so ample.

Nurturing sunsets, orange and gold,

Nimbus clouds in the sky unfold.

Nascent buds bloom, with fragrant perfume,

Nirvana found in the nature's womb.

Nostalgia for a time when nature reigned,

Noble creatures roamed, untamed, unchained.

Nature's bounty, so pure, so true,

Nourishing souls, like morning dew.

Now, the world changes, but the memory remains,

A nostalgia for the freedom nature sustains.

Nostalgia for a time when nature was the guide,