The Nature of Things
A poem
A poem
The forest breathes in cycles,
its slumbering rhythms ancient and slow.
Sunlight filters through the canopy,
dappling the verdant cathedral below.
Each blade of grass,
a nod to the cadence of life,
cycles of decay and regrowth
performed in nature’s choreography.
Clouds morph
across the sky’s stretched canvas,
as shadows and light
shift in perpetual patterns,
and the elements swirl in harmony
beyond our hurried grasp.
We scatter seeds
without knowing what may bloom.
Tender saplings surpass our brief lifetimes,
and growth spirals slowly
on nature’s timeless loom.
If we quiet our restless minds,
nature’s wisdom whispers.
Each creature plays its own small part
in the boundless web,
absolute perfection in its imperfection,
and a reminder that we too
belong to this intricate living web.