Nature Boy

He looked
into the pond,
and the pond
looked back, into him.
His mind
could no longer
stay fixed in the
proper and prim.
Walking barefoot
on the mossy grass
and leaves,
across the forrest floor.
Climbing rocks
and from the tops
of the tallest trees,
let out his loud,
wild, animal roar.
His hair was all
tussled and grimy
but he didn’t care,
he has nature’s slimy,
but oh, so, lovely,
tones and rhythms to wear.

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