Nature’s Way, a poem

A creator shows beauty through that which man cannot create.

Though I stall and struggle and suffer, Nature never does.

We think as us, but aren’t we part of something greater?

Who are we to question this?

The illimitable grandeur of life washes away my burdens.

A tree lives to see many generations of change.

Our holy sun is the closest possible thing we have to a “God”.

So much exists to be enjoyed outside of the mind.

A fresh wind, a flowing stream, a sea of green to be part of.

We may say we are our own, but Nature knows us very well.

Trees are like zen masters, for they have seen so much.

We are blessed to be here.

We must love our Earth.

It is the only one for us.

Thank you!