Saturday, August 13, 2022

THE LANGUAGE OF NATURE- THE SEQUEL

 


Yesterday, on my morning walk, 

(as usual…this happens by chance) 

I wrote a poem about nature…

and her language of romance.


It was a short poem that I finished early…

(I don’t mean to gloat)

so I took the time left walking 

to read the words I wrote.


I wrote about the birds in the sky 

and the creatures that inhabit the seas

I wrote about the flowers and the mountains…

the rivers and the trees.


I originally only mentioned the wind 

and the messages all of the above contain…

but when I reached the part about the wind…

out of nowhere it began to rain.


from the raindrops falling on my head…

I was able to ascertain

nature was trying to tell me something,,,

this was a message from the rain.


So I immediately added rain into my poem…

and, with part of my walk still remaining,

like magic…as quickly as it began…

it immediately stopped raining.


So it seems…even though I cannot speak the language of nature…

(which I consider a great loss)

sometimes nature finds a way…

to get her point across.


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