Honestly, wonderful until the last two lines. I really wanted this to be about the beauty of nature in and of itself, forgetting about the man made world for the most part. Instead, a love poem....I'm just going to ignore the last 2 lines for now.
Me: As long as I live I shall always be me Myself and no other, Just me. Like a tree. Willow, elder, Aspen, thorn, Or cypress forlorn. Like a flower, For it's hour Primrose or pink, Or a violet Sunned by the sun, And with dewdrops wet. Always just me. ~Walter de la Mare
I fell in love with our conversations. I got lost in their depth, I fell for his notions. And the way he spoke of things he held dear. He was a galaxy I was eager to explore. He was a living price of art. For he made me feel.