Moments In Nature

I sit on a patch of dirt blanketed by sticks and leaves watching the little black ants scurrying quickly about their business in anticipation of the impending afternoon storm.

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The sun slowly breaks through the purple clouds gathering above me and radiates onto my back. I inhale the humid summer air, filled with the sweet scent of eucalypt leaves and casuarina needles and a sense of peace washes over me.

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The sounds of the bush are surprisingly loud today, branches creak lightly as the wind whispers through the tall gum trees. Circadas chirp, flies buzz and baby magpies squark relentlessly for their mothers.

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I am lost in the moment, present, real, alive for the first time in ages.

Slowly I get up and wander down to the dam, from the waters edge I can see two eastern long necked turtles floating just below the surface scouting for pray as blue winged dragon flies hover above, oblivious to the dangers lurking inches below.

 

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In a nearby tree a family of kookaburras sing out with their jovial laugh, unafraid of the distant rumbling thunder, they are happy, they are free.

Untouched, nature is beautiful; a perfect circle of energy interchange, far removed from the chaotic world of human interference.

 

3 Comments on “Moments In Nature

  1. You captured EXACTLY how I feel in nature; I’m so glad it also helps you feel alive. When I go into the redwoods I also feel “….lost in the moment, present, real, alive.”
    To me, this is what poetry can and should be at its finest!

    Like

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