And where is that poem I sensed in sleep?
It may be caught within a swirling wind and
cannot come to rest, or trapped in the crevice
where two huge boulders lean and cannot break
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Your wanderings n ruminations in the midst of Nature bring to life the Romantic era. I find it very rejuvenating to read this classy write written in the form of dramatic monologue. Poetry n Nature have a strong relationship. A poet always tries to find poetry in the hills n mountains, in the grasslands n rivers, etc...Rich in imagery this one makes for a classic read.
Your love for nature is amazing! May be you should have been a biologist! or a painter! All fold together - that is the level of a man who may synthesize the parts of the outer world. Really - when I was reading - I thought - that is Daniels inner self, that's what he is - and then I read your comment - and was glad that your aim and my feeling coincided.
Making the previous comment on the relevant previous poem I could not imagine to see my hypothesis coming true in this poem here.The pace of your poetry is so natural that it's obvious to one who wants to be led to to see through it, dear Daniel.