I Wonder
I wonder of what the Whippoorwill sings
as he sits in the tree and trills.
Amid the shaded, shadowed limbs
its call, the fragrant air, it fills.
I stand in awe of the mountain range
that cleaves the land in two.
A rugged beauty that comes alive
in sun and shadowed hues.
I contemplate the lone Wolf's song
as he calls out to harmonize.
From deep within the wooded hills
which cause ancient fears to rise.
I marvel at the vast oceans
a ne'er to be tamed frontier.
How, far below our feet of clay
a whole new world awaits there.
I puzzle over mans idea
that we are superior.
When in fact, we should bow
to the majesty of nature.
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2011
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