Mother Nature Poem by Tom Gambit

Mother Nature



I saw her again, that lovely female whom I'd only admire from afar
She has to be the last divine girl out there; perfection isn't perfect enough
Because perfection cannot begin to describe her
She was more
A masterpiece created through The artist of mankind
He must have made no eraser marks
For she is flawless in her complexion
As I wish for more, she gently strides away
Out of my life again, until another time
Might I catch a glimpse of her once more
She dwindles into the wind
I can feel her as a smooth breeze crosses my skin
This will be as close as I will ever get to her
She is the last divine girl

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success