4, 3, 2, 1/ Nature/ My Decision

3 short poems, forgive me im a little new to writing and still experimenting with things

4, 3, 2, 1
It's funny how I spent 4 years here
It's painful how I knew you for 3
I dreamed of how it would become just us 2
But now it's just me, a lonely 1

Nature
In the mornings, blades covered in dew
the summer sensations so fresh, so new.
Green woods and wickets deep and thick.
The stream bustles and bubbles, moving quick.
But upon those blades in a dreamy trance I sat,
for nature, my giver, willed me to stay.
She is my only companion this day.

My Decision
For upon that death like silence sat,
a decision, which, on all would depend
and now I take what's dearest to me,
I've made my decision-
a decision to leave