The Nature’s Arm

I am tired of listening to the humdrum of pretentious talks
the constant bickering and the surge of human screams,
everyone wanting to make their voice heard,
speaking over one another,
demeaning with words,
playing with verse
and then once I escaped into a woodlot
faraway from the human chaos
and found life is blithe in the folds of nature’s arm
the chirping of birds,
the gentle whispers of breezes,
the bleat, yowl, creak and the hum
all in harmony
bringing peace to my unrest soul

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