I stand in open meadows,
amidst the flowers and trees,
i look for images in the clouds,
I converse with bird and bees.
I love a sunny afternoon,
a bright and breezy day,
an evening with a chance of rain
I’ll take them either way.
The sound of flowing streams injects
an air of soft placidity,
the temperatures have no affect
(but I’m bothered by humidity).
A lightning storm when it is warm,
a blizzard when it’s not,
a quiet night beneath starlight
just give me what you’ve got!
A glowing, golden silhouette,
when the day is done,
I’m outdoors in my element,
I’m Mother Nature’s son!
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik, 2015