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ITT: We share our poems. (Constructive criticism would be lovely.)

Nature's Embrace

Petrichor redolence drifts through the wind.
Enveloping my skin, raining throughout my senses, relinquishing the soul, allowing my mind to transcend.
Reality bends, fragments of the imaginative become relative.
Time strands, splintering, shattering the hour glass, spilling its sand.
The vines course through the forest floor, intertwining, and igniting natural Zen.
Pulchritudinous topiary deeply rooted in this chloroplastic kingdom.
White Birch, Oak, Weeping Willow, tower high over the valley, networks of cells fueling my lungs which grasp for this sweet essence.
The laughing lilies on the banks of calm creeks, hear the divine wisdom of the nightingale as it speaks.
Hooves of the deer pounding through the soft earth, wild eyed, tail high. The presence of beings nearby. Autumn mist courses through the space, no one will no such peace as this.
I feel her approach, the animals disperse, the songs of the bird cease. All that is her stands before me.
Mother Nature caresses my face, the succulence of her embrace, deep heliotrope petals lay lovingly on my shoulders.
Shivering in delight, I gasp in shock as the cool mist overhead envelops me in its liquid purity.
The light spectrum is split, cascading the elegant rainbow over my being.
I feel her touch, soft as lamb’s ear, tender as tupelo. Lips like the goddess Athena, sweet to the core, oh how I desire more.
The eyes of nature gaze into mine, I see it all, the elements of the trees, prairies of bluebells, and networks of beauty to ensue. I’m stupefied in ecstasy. Lightly swaying in the mists that billow and roll off my structure. Shallow breaths, eyes fluttering, I feel thermal waves of heat glide across my torso and neck, as the body of love and earth press against mine.
The trees begin to twist and bend to the rhythm of our passionate dance. I hear chords of sound bizarrely unhuman yet tremendous in volume, symphonies from the crimson rose, disperse and ricochet off my skin.
No longer distinguishing my humanistic reality, my molecules begin to intertwine with her. I hear the hot breath of nature, consisting of the trills of the mightiest song birds. My neurons have never fired in such perfect synchronicity, the cells no longer desire. I began to see, not with the eyes, but now with the molecular vision of the forest. She pulls me close, lavender bosom, lilac kiss, surrendering in bliss. The void consumes me I am now one with the code. Forever morphing, replicating, breathing, distinguishing, experiencing.
The last trace of humanity is wiped clean, I fear not, I was not meant for this.
Nature flows with me through eternity.
I’m in the state of actuality, a new abstract form of substantiality.
Forever hers, forever more, a being of tranquility.
Nature’s Embrace.