On Sunday I visited Lake Bonny Park and stayed for 45 minutes. While there I took in all the sights. I love being around nature more than anything. I love the smells and the coolness of the breeze. While there I saw a bunch of ducks playing tag. It was really funny to watch. I also saw an alligator just chilling on the bank. Alligators are amazing creatures and they have been around for a very long time. There strength amazes me. I watched the fish in the lake swim near the shore. I would tap the water and they would scurry away only to return a few seconds later. It was close to sunset when I arrived so I sat and watched the sunset for a while. I really like watching sunsets. This one particularly looked like the sky was on fire. Earlier I saw a dragonfly eating a regular fly. No sooner had he finished than a bird swooped down and devoured him. It made me think about how cruel nature can be. Like most things it has its pretty side and its ugly side. Sometimes I think we ignore the ugly side of life and focus on the pretty side. I think it should be equal. How can we enjoy the pretty side without knowing that there is an ugly side? We repress it and forget about it, which I think a detriment rather than asset. I’m not saying that you have to enjoy or like the ugly side of live but you have to realize that it does exist, because in the end we all have to die.
On another note, life is a beautiful thing and nature helps me realize how beautiful it really is. I see God’s image in nature. He truly is a great artist.
The Epicist Poem
The Sun is Red with Anger
The water reflects its anguish
The fish swim back and forth;
Trying to escape its rage
The flowers are consumed in its glory
As it shines from on high
The sun is red like blood
Death looms like a spirit on the water
The Firefly eats his still warm prey
As the bird watches closely
He swoops in to devour the once proud predator
O’ how nature can be cruel
The trees sway against the violent wind
They beg to be released from its grip
The ducks swim to and fro
In the suns scorching heat
They plunge beneath the water to escape
Don’t go whistled the bird
You must see the moon tonight
Death comes to us all
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