Natures Girl Poem by Rachel Henley

I miss the way your fingers tangled with the grass.
The patches of dirt on your pale soft knees.
How you felt as one,
with the birds and the trees.

You muttered that I spent too much time,
working for money that would never be mine.
Cities will swallow up your soul.
We are digging for nonexistent gold.

You were happiest with nothing in your pockets,
You took joy straight from the summer sky.
Then I told you why care for nature.
When theres forms of happiness I could buy.

You cried with horror at the city.
'How could people do this, to something so pretty'
The furcoats could not protect you from the cold.
I used to say, darling this is what happens when you get old.

You would trade my suit for the summer.
When we were too young to even care,
about out future, or how we would even get there.

As I watched you become a woman, I knew it was a lie.
The more you smiled, the more you ached to cry.
I tried to bring you happiness in this block of steel.
But along the way, I lost the ability to feel.

You are gone now, from this world you cherished.
Natures Girl, My Nature Girl, is nowhere to be seen.
But I think of you,
When I look at the birds and the trees.