Poem: My Journey Essay, Research Paper

My Journey

My journey through Nature’s community,

A community of green

Aging giants of nature.

Standing in brown dead needles,

Gift wrapped in dark, rough bark.

The white cold powder

Frozen hard by the bitter cold,

Does not give in to weight,

And lies still as a rock.

While glistening in the sun.

A snow covered log

Being smothered by melting frost,

Lies awkward and twisted

While at peace with nature.

The bright, orange sun

May rise in the east early,

But now ‘tis settling,

Settling in its final location.

Small, black winged flying machines

Gently landing in the white terrain,

Break nature’s soothing silence

In order to communicate with each other,

Necessary for their survival.

My journey ends,

Bidding farewell to the aging giants,

The cold powder, the peaceful and subtle log,

The settling orange sun, and the flying machines.

Finally saying good by to nature herself,

At peace forever.