By Tony DeLorger © 2012
In gentle leaves, rustle, breeze,
whispers soft at nature’s ease,
imparting warm and tender deeds,
of harmonious living joy.
Each part a spec of life ensues,
crystal orbs of morning dew,
reflecting light and woken crew,
to greet another day.
In glory of those beams of light,
stretching limbs and reclaiming sight,
the hearts of beasts and sylphs alike,
alive those dreams are done.
Forever strong and purpose filled,
each move and thought of life instilled,
in quiet and driven, determined will,
upholding natural balance.
Without considered questions asked,
the world concludes no aim or task,
‘being’ all a life could ask,
Regardless of our human plans,
the world exists in perfect hands,
nature’s breath in quiet demand,
reveals our every wrong.
The miracles surround us all,
each spec of life a mountain tall,
each endless sky a spec so small,
that minds are lost to see.
Each breath of air a gift to hold,
and not dismay for getting old,
instead give thanks for stories told,
and sleep in dreams yet found.