Observations in Nature

Observations in Nature

A Poem by cassandra violet

A list of things I sometimes wish I was, and then what I'd sacrifice them all to be.


Why don’t people ask the humming bird why it sings?


Why don’t people question a bee as it bounces on blossoms?


Would you wonder why a squirrel gathers acorns for the winter?


Or a bear as it feasts in preparation for hibernation?


Would you implore a rainstorm, demanding to know why drops of water fall like thunder?


Would you dare to ask a sunset why its colors dance about the sky in soft, shinning pastels?


I wish I were a humming bird

So I could sing loud words as I walk down streets

And for a moment not care what others think.


I long to be a bee, plowing in my garden,

Again and again until I had a basket full of fruits

Gathered to the music of bird’s tunes.


I beg to be a squirrel so I could twirl with the leaves of trees

And carelessly gather nature’s fruitful wonders

In a cool summer breeze.


My body desires to be a bear

So I could escape to where silence rung

And the winds sung

In quiet isolation.


If only I were a rainstorm, so my rage could cleanse my soul

And my thunder could patrol the Earth

Striking lightning with mirth

As it sunk into the dirt.


But despite all of these,

I’d give them up to be a sunset

So I could watch people forget darkness

As they marveled at my beauty and oh!

What a perfect duty that would be,

To set souls soaring and free

Like how my mind seeks in my dreams

Every night as I fall asleep.

© 2010 cassandra violet

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It appears as though you have personified the elements of nature within yourself; an extended metaphor. The clever connection to the poet's introductory questions expresses the desired that includes a free living atmosphere. From introspect, humanity does not always feel the need to question their natural surroundings. A calm individual would appreciate the raw beauty instead of logical flaws.

Despite the wish of the speaker, the writer concludes that we cannot contain ourselves in a world of fantasy; utter freedom and perhaps perfection. Possibly, the poet encompasses the corporeal universe and the ravine of her dreams. In a sense, the wish appears simple and beautiful compared to the unique beauty of complexity and ugliness.

Posted 11 Years Ago

I like this nature period your going through
It reminds me of my adventure into the wild
The part about wanting to be a bear reminded me
Of when I was heading to Navajo nation and I was having
fun wrestling with a cub bear then his mama bear
almost killed me. Well anyways keep up the excellent
Job you always do, you already know I'm a fan of yours :)

Posted 11 Years Ago

I agree with you. I love nature.

Posted 11 Years Ago

You have this transportive power with some of your poems - I feel like I've entered the woods and found you musing through your own secret wonderland, seeing your connection to it all. So lovely.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Posted 11 Years Ago

wondeful write!

Posted 11 Years Ago

linear i agree with what you said about this

Posted 11 Years Ago

This reminds me of a famous poem, trouble is I cant quite bring it to mind, a most lovely poem, I love nature, and how with a little thought it can inspire us to write, excellent

Posted 11 Years Ago

A gorgeous, poetically descriptive ode to the beauty, serenity, and liberation of nature. Your style fits perfectly with this idea, and your selfless reasons for wanting to be a sunset are heart warming and hope giving. Spectacular poem. Thank you so much.

Posted 11 Years Ago

wonderfully written, has me thinking of my relative observations of nature ~

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on November 25, 2010
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cassandra violet
cassandra violet

boston, MA

I hate this part. This is the part where I try to tell you who I am, what I've been and what I want with every single last milimeter of blood dancing in my veins to become- the person who my heart bea.. more..

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