We witness her beauty with eyes that won’t see

What was and what is, and what ought to be

 

Nature our teacher, from the roots to the tree

Plundered for profit, what she gives us for free

 

But on the horizon with eyes that must see

What was and what is, and what ought to be

 

Gentle winds caressing

The fading evening light

When nature speaks her silent muse

And whispers to the night

 

All is quiet on the lake

Peaceful wistful wise

As nature reaps her silent muse

Beneath the harvest skies

 

Deep in the forest when nature speaks

Quiet the wisdom the wisest will reap

 

Beneath rolling thunder when nature speaks

Echoes of mother earth, in silence she weeps

 

But new dawns beckon when nature speaks

Arise from our slumber with wonders to seek

 

Wisdom trees speak to the waters below

Spirits of the forest together they rise

Evergreen whispers in misty morning glow

Awakens as one into sacred skies

 

There’s none wiser than silence that speaks

Spoken in whispers, ancient and deep

Reflected in nature, her mysteries we seek

Whispers the wisdom of silence that speaks