Where I Forgot

[Grace]

Hi,

This is a first draft of a poem. Looking for criticism. Thanks!

In the wildlife down the footpath,
surrounded by green seas, brick free
The breeze, bees and trees meet at once,
a river and a small castle bathe,
in the smooth natural order - not seeing much smooth, natural order, as not sure if breeze, bees and trees meet in the wildlife or meet a river and a small castle!  
A home which catered for the soul        

I found myself noticing few,
certain qualities there which, I,
also observed within myself    
Soft sand, malleable like clay,
the tide helps it change, morph into,
something solid, fresh, made anew. - sounds nice, but whatever it morphs into isn't solid because the tide will wash it away. Malleable and morphing, yes ..

I, the rocks which the water lapped,Are you the rocks?
nature's duster shines the rock face  ..well it does, so there.
The birds songs appeared to cure,
calm and restitch my mind's loose seams  
Nature's way of healing it made,
time, space and silence culminate

I sought prolonged quiet so,
I could hurl it between my ears presumably it didn't make much of a sound..
To extract the stress of old tears,
I bathed in an organic spa,
being washed clean of memory, -sounds nice
and any blemishes fear caused

I left a scratch on a large rock, Good
as to leave myself a trigger
So if I had to show myself,
to remember, how to forget,
I could return to the water,
back to the same mark on the cliff

I think it's vaguely, nicely sentimented, regarding the loveliness of nature..as long as you don't look closely at it in order to  critique it. I agree  with Dale, the reader needs some punctuation ..I give up.  Natures difficult to put into words. .. G.