#WritcoPoemPrompt54
I feel my heart is wrenching and ask myself is it all worth it? The pain... the crying... the anguish...

Feeling blue not the color, rather I have a sad disposition. When I observe nature, her vast real estate. Anxious, can't wait to tell. I worry about her greatness when her creation appears to be broken. Dust smoke and particles floating. In nature's magnificent tapestry, full of designs arranged beautifully. Nature is my friend and I welcome her to sleep. Upon the moonlight gaze spreading underneath. The cottage where I stay, adding another log in the fireplace. Waiting for nature multiple shines, the colorful horizon, the flaming sunrise and the moonlight drift beyond the sky. I can not cry because my tears haven't been wet for many years. My tears have vanished from the executive mind. That would be the thinking section of the brain. Where multiple messages flow like drizzling rain. My love for nature is pure indeed. Because nature's text inspire the mind to believe. In a higher purpose that's grand and alive. Where did my tears go, I wouldn't be surprised, whatsoever the problems might be summarized. Now I am blue, not the color I'm sad. To watch a beautiful woman trying to smile, when it doesn't last. Feeling blue
© Daniel Mason