Nature’s whispers is the silence i choose,
the fuel for my solitude
the song of the wolf inspires the verve within,
the rustling whispers of the trees educate me
and the wild flowers that ornament the earth,
dress the verdant skirt of all that walks upon it
the wind brings messages from the rivers and streams
of all whose poems lyrics have borrowed from
so i lie here drinking the Sun as the sky dangles it
and the mountains tickle its belly
soon the Eagle flies o’er and let’s me know
the Moon will soon be visiting with all its children
and i shall close mine eyes and pray like you
Mary Oliver (may you rest gently on your bed)
