Nature

What is nature to me?

Can one truly exist without a small forest?

I return to it to find myself again.

Grounding my fleeting self.

There is absolute reverence 

in the nature of small buttercups and

blue bells bending in the wind

and the wandering bees 

with butterflies around circling.

I lay my head upon the grass

Caressing the blades which is 

the only way to return what it offers.

I hear ancient answers sung

in folksongs whispered to me

as my eyes look above the wide sky

All the living must pass, 

through nature, into eternity

and perhaps some part of

the eternity is love