does the shell empty on the sand
mourn the loss of it's former inhabitant
does the pebble in the dry creek bed
wonder if the mountain misses it
does the feather on the ground
wish fervently for just one more flight
and the seed long for light

amd have we as human forgotten
to think simply
to turn our face to the morning sun
do we longer remember
how to become one,
with nature
and learn of it's quiet grace
and acceptance of order and place.

and await joy with the expectancy
of an egg about to hatch...