Natural

Whatever.

I once believed that wind and trees

Would save me, make me stronger

But I laugh at a me I was

And stay in bed a little longer

 

You can say that things got pretty bad

So I clung to trees and ran from me

But all I got were tired legs

Dirty knees, and awful itchy weeds

 

Nature is a mess, my bed is warm

And I feel cold

You’d think I’d have thought of this before

-I’m cold

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I really enjoyed this write especially the last stanza. I felt this was lovely and the setting feels lonely. well written.