Don't Make Me Go Inside

Woken by a clap of thunder about 4am Wednesday morning, I had been dreaming of writing a poem about my love of Nature. I could remember the premise of switching senses with the object of the sense, and I could remember the first couple of lines.  As soon as I got up, I went to the computer and finished the poem. It goes something like this:

PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME GO INSIDE

To breathe, I use the sun’s sweet light

I run through smells with all my might

I hug the wind and kiss the rain

I melt in grass and taste it’s stain

I listen to the ever-changing cloud

And closely watch the sound of birds aloud

Please don’t make me go inside

For that, I simply won’t abide

It makes me feel just like I’m tied

Bound by rules I can’t understand

I’d rather be dancing with the sand

Please don’t make me go inside

By Miss Charlie