nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Singing in Thunder
Sometimes I hear myself singing. It can be anywhere. My body starts to hum foreign melodies over my skin. Goosebumps prickle into symphonies and pirouettes beneath each hair. Legs start to shake with the heavy thrum of sound that gyrate in each vein. Oxygen floods to my head and the silence is something each nerve dances to and breathes off.
By Chloe Jade8 years ago in Poets
