Trust in Nature

Believe in the bees, for they know the words, but choose to hum.

Cuddle close the clouds, be lifted by their lightness, cleansed by their whiteness.

Sing along with birds' Sacred song, eons in its tuning.
Make heartfelt it's coded message of hope & eternal joy.

Speak in the tongue of trees, who know everything, but say nothing, silently biding their time from seed to vaulted canopy.

Abandon all amid Her hue-rich drifts of autumn, celebrating the senses, as decay's potent perfume signals rebirth to come.

Feed your Soul at Her green breast, enraptured, counting her delicate hues in the hushed tones of awe.

Contemplate Her healing presence, and in your imagination, become One.


© Robin Fifield