'Nature' Poem by annabell callest

We walked into nature with an open mind,
without the burden of thought,
but here the gate of our mind starts to close,
and slowly our minds started to fade.

As nature is turned into habit,
and never was anything new,
but to a chid possibility has no end,
a bear can fly,
a bird can swim,
and who is to say a bird can not swim,
and a bear can not fly.

Just becouse these specticuls have not reached you're eye,
does not mean that that possiblity has to die.