Nature Thou Art A Soothing Balm

Nature Thou Art A Soothing Balm short poem

Leaving the concrete jungle far behind,
towards Nature travels my mind.
In search of solace,
as the wind softly kisses my face.
Grass moist and green,
such relief from the cruel and mean.
Meandering trails through the woods,
leading me to the best of moods.
Peaceful and calm,
indeed Nature thou art a soothing balm.

Poet’s Note:
The above is a short poem which reveals how nature can be a source of peace to mind of a city dweller. It shows how solace could be found in the midst of nature and natural surroundings.

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