The tranquility
And peace if nature
Sitting so softly.
The gentle whispers
Of the wing blowing
Through the trees.

The paper sky,
Waiting to be colored,
With a blue
So vast and endless.

I sit patiently, calmly,
On a log stretched across the ground.
Two birds carry on a conversation
As I gently shut my eyes.
The feeling of nature
And peace and tranquility.
The feel of a Nirvanian bliss
Slowly creeps through my veins,
Piercing my soul.

A crisp November day
Sits with me, like a friend.
We talk of the beauty
Of nature itself
The beauty if the November day
Silently listens to my strange banter,
I return the favor.

Perfection of imperfection
Is shown by this beautiful
Painting of soft nature,
And a crisp November day.