As I take in everything around me during
my walk in the woods with the wind in my hair and
trees by my side, gratitude welled up in my chest for
the love of nature had gravitated towards me though
I pushed it away for all these years.
As I look up at the October sky,
trying to make out what character or object
the fluffy little clouds look like, I couldn’t help but
wonder why spending time with nature was a dream that
I hid perfectly at the back of my closet.
As I make my way home, I look back at all the
beautiful threads of memories I’ve weaved over the years and,
I couldn’t help but curse my younger self for thinking-
the sound of birds chirping and ducks quacking kept
as my notifications tone would bring me closer to nature.
As I go to bed that night, I look at my Instagram feed, and
wish I had spent more time with the real luscious green
bushes instead of worrying which picture of me clad in
grass green and sky blue I should post with a caption
“I ❤ nature” to bring me closer to nature.
I can only wish to tell my younger self to learn
to love nature because right now, I yearn
for those good old youthful days when I had the energy
to explore instead, I let Instagram explore take a hold on me.
I can only wish to have more days with
nature that I missed out before.
Oh, I can only wish!
World of Jeana 