Natural Man

Once upon a time
in a land called Lily Rock,
there lived a free spirited hippie,
clothed in tye dye and birkenstocks.
He lives amoungst the wild
in a cabin made of pine
and baths every day
in a water fall
that makes him feel divine.
The animals are his true best friends,
he knows every birdies song,
and he smokes the finest weed,
in his perfect home made bong.
He praises each day that he lives,
he dances in the sun,
and when the sun goes down each day,
a new dance has begun.
When the stars arch in the sky
a night temple is born
so he quiets down his soul
and meditates til he's soarin'.
He lives each day to the fullest,
with the Earths nature
he's made his home.
He never wastes a moment,
and he never feels alone.

You might just catch his vibe sometime,
or a vision of him between the tree's
or spy him laying in a flowery field,
talking sweet to honey bees.
He's the kindest kind of man to know,
wouldn't even hurt a fly,
but be slow to approach him
because he's just a little shy.

By Windy Lisardo
May 15, 2000

I've been finding a bunch of my old poems so I thought I would share....