I go to Nature to heal myself

I go to nature to heal myself,
revealing in the untouched innocence,
the guiltless blue, that sweeps across the sky,
mimicking the sea,
as if I were dangling my feet, in the sweet water,
of a bubbling brook,
hidden away in the hills.

I reach up, try to touch the sky,
take a part of its splendour,
for myself, pocket it,
so that whenever I feel stressed,
I can take it out, look at its opulence, and be calm
in the knowledge that nothing greater,
will ever grace my hands.

Like a falling star,
had descend across the sky,
shooting in excitement,
for my pleasure, my satisfaction,
delicately falling to earth,
to soothe my restless mind,
healing my loneliness, forever in my gaze.

Yet just out of reach,
so that I must try to think of an ingenious plan,
to catch a part of the ever-changing skyline,
a snap shot,
of the emotion I feel right at that moment,
I delight in its serenity,surrendering to peace,
become still, under the mirage of blue.

Lying down,
I clutch at the clumps of grass,
tingling my sides, delighting the senses,
looking out into the wilderness,
of times gone by, I am content,
in the twinkling of the stars,
which have come out again, to say hi.