Soul

It exists somewhere within
questioning again and again
curiosity it beholds
to know the world around

confused or perplexed you know
it wanders by all the time
little yo know
when time passes by
the touch, the texture it strives for
the serene sight of nature's offering it strives for

Wanderring in nature's abode
sleeping in its lap
nestling in the intricate roots of a tree

Aware or unaware are we
about its presence around
little do we realise of what it desires
it evolves and grows
within us we say
but nurturing are we to
truly behold the beauty


of its essence in an honest way.