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I enjoy nature immensely

Be it

The breeze blowing

The birds chirping

The rivers flowing

The flowers blooming

The insects moving

The sun setting

The clouds raining

The fish swimming

And the trees swaying

But I know not

What

Breeze

Bird

River

Flower

Insect

Sun

Cloud

Fish

Tree

They are.

Does that matter?Even if I learn

What they are called

It seems to escape me

In time.

Although

What they do to me

Never does.

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Nishant Paul is a mental-health counselor. He often finds that he gains a better understanding of life and himself when he engages with words. And therefore, apart from reading as much as he can, he attempts to engage in writing whenever he senses that something is wanting to be found from within. This poem was previously published on his blog – Words As They Come