It is the wind that guides birds through broken landscapes
Who are yet to find flight as they emerge chronically injured
Fire follows the fiery trail of what comes in its way
Of things that catch it or it assails, none come out the same

Nature's purpose is to give birth, but it also destroys
To grant worth to a weary traveler, it seeks a will to match the destination
To instill love in a thirsty soul, it catalyzes a deep-seated compassion
It also creates magic for the mystics who are of this earth with loftier ambitions

About which neither science nor math can enlighten us
It is an active pursuit of truth and self-defeating journey that is needed
Nature poses questions not as a test nor as a race, but as constant assessment
The result (good or bad) can come through authentic experience

Nature ushers me into a new order, perhaps I might flourish here
I have read the works of the greats trying to come closer to the outcome
Yet daily life is like a disturbed wind that has guided this ravenous bird
This mind cannot enter deep rest until the fire consumes the wealth of the earth

Ambition and greed are of this dry soil
From which grows the envy of others
It is hard, yet you have a choice
And the flower can be love, but you will have to toil