Nature

The trees grasp at me
with their long, sharp fingernails.
The grass swallows me
in its green luxury of wonders.

The ocean wraps its
cold, singing waves around my ankles.

The sun beats down on me
with its sick, sadistic smile.
The moonlight welcomes me
with the cool, refreshing breeze.

Nature continuously brings me to my knees.

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