We are not the voice of the world
For we’re part of a choir of other animals that can be heard
To plant a seed and watch it sprout
Is not unique to us my friends
For with nature
We are not without.
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Nature
Sunday wordle: A night in the woods
Take the sting from my craw
Shimmy on down to the woods
With me
And we’ll pretend like
We’re on the moon
As we look at the stars tonight
Lets merge with the leaves on the trees
Tracing our way back
To the monkeys
Before we chop the wood
And light a fire
Becoming human
Again
Wordle: Dawn
The sky imitates breath
A mist on the horizon
Dew lingers as baubles
From stem
No bells need chime
To echo time
As we take in this great signal
To a new dawn
As we’re swept to calm shore
awakened from storms
Since passed
If Jesus was a tree
Anchored to the earth
Standing tall
Despite her bellowing wail
Making you quiver
But you, you’re a stickler
For strength in the face of adversity
Falling and rebirthing
Stood with such grace
If Jesus was a tree
I’d take a leap of faith.
Nuances of nature
The ways I sees it is this
Heartbreak don’t leave
On the whims of a calendar
It stays as long as it takes
And ya can’t put yer brain in a sling
To ‘elp fix the nooks and crannies & breaks
To a heart the’ is no too early or too late
It neither dawdles or rushes in a hurry
It just rises and wanes
And the truth is our brain can’t
Protect us from the feelings
We harbour & cage
Kicking up a kerfuffle
At the nuances of natures way
Fate
The silence of falling petals
Reminding of the earth’s conspiratorial whispers
Speaking of your fate
Breath
The earth sighs its breeze
Like it’s following
The deflation of my lungs
And if you listen carefully
you can hear the leaves
Scrape across pavements
Tasting their crunch
on the tip of my tongue
I reach out to the world
My stone face chiselled by salt water
We sigh again
Like the rising and waning of a wave
Turning still
