Nature

[huntermitch]

Nature

I take my friend to see the field of flowers,
Because I love her.
My sad friend, her life lacking pleasure.
In nature our stories become small and the sky becomes large.
Her body, too broken to dance with another human,
Now bends gracefully to caress a yellow blossom.
This is how she loves.

I find this poem, interesting yet eerie for some reason. It has a sort of monotone nature to it, but the emotion is still there, like the narrative in the film "The Lobster." I like the contrast between the sky a stories, placed simply, yet a nice moment of self actualization. I enjoyed it, and the idea that nature brings out the spry love within the sad friend is perfectly described. My only advice would be, hash out the poem and expand! It feels like a great start to something longer and descriptive.