The world ripens, bright
As a bride’s bouquet, abloom
With iridescence

Bees astir, the buzz
Emanates, its frequency
High enough to hear

Hills like naked swells
On Gaia’s body, birds
Brooding on the boughs

Like forlorn poets,
Cursing their misfortunes, the
Cruelty of love

Rainbows meander,
Like wanderlust bards try to
Fathom stratospheres

Berries adorn stems,
Offerings to the woodland,
Consumed with pleasure

Nature is present,
Purposeful, benevolent,
Her heart is awake