A Nature Poet

There was once a nature poet

Who lived unknown in a forest;

Who wrote on birds he knew,

 

On flowers he kissed

Every deer that galloped;

He rejoiced in their prime, 

 

Wept and remembered every

Flower, deer, bird that passed;

As bard, he couldn't be otherwise.

 

This went on for years 

And years till one day, he 

Longed to see a human

And perished on the way.