Slow Drift

That strange, slow drift apart
creeping and intangible.
It's gradual, but you know,
the relationship is undead.
Tottering forward
without warmth, or soul, or pulse.

Nature

Nature did remove my grief,
and tranquilized my mind.
The woods and clouds bade me peace.
I resolve to remember the effect,
the sublime ecstasy to the soul, the light and joy of nature.