Photography


 

Who speaks for nature

Her voice shining through

With sonnets of wisdom

In words we once knew

 

Our season of changes

We strive to renew

Sacred her lessons

Of who teaches who

 

 

Dawn paints her silent muse

From dreams in the night

Awaken on the path we choose

Beneath the morning light

 

Here in the woods

Where the wisest things grow

From the roots of mother earth

To the seeds that we sow

 

But how far into the forgotten

Have we gone so long ago?

As twilight casts her shadows

On the wayward ones below

 

While mother earth whispers wisdom

For all who need to know

That it’s here in the woods

Where the wisest things grow

 

Along the shores of whisper creek

Of waters ancient wistful deep

Beneath the trees as nature sleeps

Lives the silence that softly speaks

 

In a world driven faster by minds made too small

No rest for the weary, the dreary banal

 

Must the earth tremble, resigned to her fate

While we wander in circles no time for debate

 

But love lives in nature, our true clarion call

Through the trees lives a light that shines above all

 

Her soul it withers where the rivers don’t flow

Where songbirds cease their wistful chime

What’s not been sown will never grow

In faraway woods of distant rhyme

 

Yet silence bears witness to waters so deep

Like moonbeams shining into the night

As mother nature arises from misty sleep

Into the dawn of wisdom’s light

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