I went to Lake Bonny Park for this field trip, and I stayed for at least fourty-five minutes.
So this nature visit was very interesting, for me. I went Monday evening and the sun was beginning to set a few minutes before I left. Needless to say, it was very pretty. I have always enjoyed sunsets and this one reflected off the trees in a very grand way. I found it a little difficult to concentrate on my reading when I first got there, because there was a lot of commotion. A huge group of guys in trucks came and were playing flag football, and there was a soccer game going on, and there were also quite a few kids playing on the playground. So there were quite a bit of things distracting me, until I found a way to get somewhat by myself and tune the rest out.
I spotted one tree that really stuck out to me. It was a red tree in the midst of all the green ones. So as the sun was setting and hitting this tree in its unique light, it sure was sight to behold. I ended up focusing on this for quite a while and I looked at the lake for a bit too. There is just something about water, and the reflections in the water that are so mesmerizing, don’t you think? Personally, I could look at it for hours.
Another thing I noticed was that to begin with, all I could hear was the sounds of the kids playing and the soccer game. But once I was about to get slightly away from all of that and tune some of it out, I noticed the little things of nature that we usually miss. Like the noises the birds make, the wind making the leaves rustle, the wind making the water move. It’s those sounds and sights that inspired my two nature poems:
One-
The way the sun hits the trees,
Makes you never want to shut your eyes.
Of course, you only get this unique picture
When the sun is on its descent.
Where is it going?
It’s on its way to provide someone with
A beautiful sunrise, I suppose.
The reflection in the lake
Is almost as beautiful as the image of the tree.
And all this is because of the sun.
Two-
As I look at the clouds, they almost look unreal.
Like maybe they were simply painted there.
The mixture of blue, pink, and cream;
It’s a fruit smoothie for the eyes.
What else is a greater confirmation
That there is a God who created it all?
The birds ceaselessly chirping,
I wonder if they’re singing praises
In the unique way that only birds can.
What a beauty.
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