Poetry...

I got my love of Poetry from my dad Hive account@wesphilbin and my passion for expressing myself in the form of words and pictures. Usually I can make a short poem or jumble of words for one of the many pictures I take of the sun or of the many flower pictures I take. Which usually end up always being really beautiful regardless. But recently I've got a lot more into Steem and being able to put more thought and emotion into my words, so I thought I would do a bit of a small "Poem" or whatever have you for a few pictures I took today.

Now I pride myself on being able to take really good pictures with my phone, and I usually have my own style of picture taking as well. Which me and my dad have figured out is a Perspective way of taking pictures. Now by no mean do I say I'm the best at taking pictures, or writing poems and poetry for that matter. But for my own thought processes and ways of doing things I don't think I do too bad.

Now for the actual topic of the post... Poetry...

In a world of green, surrounded with droplets of air cooled water and sunlit grass. To the normal eye unseen, and a world not yet discovered. But never truly forgotten, for it has the potential to create many anew. With the glaze of the sun and the shine of the glorious green, shall it never be unbroken. Or shall it be lost forever, for that is the one true thing we may never know. For us to truly know is to become on the level of the ground, the trees, the plants. From where we began, and from where we shall return. From the ground looking up, is a new perspective. A new way to see how things are, and how things have been. For the only true way to understand what something feels, and does, and how it acts, is to become it. And delve into it's world of knowledge and spirit. For to know is to see, and to see is to know. Only then, will we finally see... The World Below...

Until next time...

Photo in this post was taken by me on my Iphone7