Afoot this tall tree
amongst a heavenly escape
i am angelic.
The bodies around me are shed
with a beauty not often seen.
the wind moves slow
as do the voices
in this alcove of beauty
in a world stricken with
unfathomable crap.

Hello there,
Like your poem a lot. I often write about escaping into "heavenly" nature myself. There is no doubt that nature is a saviour of the soul, the same soul that suffers in this “unfathomable crap” we face every day. Are you specifically talking about heaven here or is it more a “heavenly nature” to which you refer?
Cheers,
djh

djh

when i wrote this, i was in a place where the sun made its way through the trees in beams one could see, and people all in their own space were glowing. and although right downtown, it was hidden from the hustle. All one could hear were the birds, the waterfalls and their own thoughts. i regained my innocence that day for a moment.
evian

when i wrote this, i was in a place where the sun made its way through the trees in beams one could see, and people all in their own space were glowing. and although right downtown, it was hidden from the hustle. All one could hear were the birds, the waterfalls and their own thoughts. i regained my innocence that day for a moment.
evian