The wind blows
Like the breath of life that awakens out soul
Or a bubble floating on the breeze
The wind blows.
The grass sways
Like a flag in the wind
Or a mast out at sea
The grass sways.
The trees dance
Like a ballerina moving across a stage
Of the waltz of a couple gliding round a room
The trees dance.
The river runs
Like a sprinter towards the finish line
Or a rabbit into its hole
The river runs.
The sun heats
Like the warmth of a hug from a much missed friend
Or the crackling of a fire burning up the wood
The sun heats.
The birds sing
Like a child learning their first song
Singing with joy for the gift of life
The birds sing.
And nature is one
Like the body working to keep us alive
Or a families love, the strongest of ties
Nature is one.
Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 10:17 PM UTC
The wind blows
Like the breath of life that awakens out soul
Or a bubble floating on the breeze
The wind blows.
The grass sways
Like a flag in the wind
Or a mast out at sea
The grass sways.
The trees dance
Like a ballerina moving across a stage
Of the waltz of a couple gliding round a room
The trees dance.
The river runs
Like a sprinter towards the finish line
Or a rabbit into its hole
The river runs.
The sun heats
Like the warmth of a hug from a much missed friend
Or the crackling of a fire burning up the wood
The sun heats.
The birds sing
Like a child learning their first song
Singing with joy for the gift of life
The birds sing.
And nature is one
Like the body working to keep us alive
Or a families love, the strongest of ties
Nature is one.
Written during a camping trip up in the mountains in WA.