Mother Nature

The beat of Mother Nature’s heart is in a rhythmical pattern, Echoing around the forest through the song of birds. My hair sways with the gentle breeze, And the glistening sun shines down upon me, The screams of joy and happiness carry on through the field, until it reaches me. And I find that life isn’t always about the sufferings of humanity But it can be about simple things; the adrenaline that courses through a small child as they run through the grass And when you look at trees, you think of their age and what they’ve seen. The knowledge that they must have is formidable, Yet it’s comforting to know that something so silent, holds a thousand secrets. Each leaf tells a story, and dies in the seasons. For new children come with their tales to be made And the birds that surround the branches sing in harmony with Mother Nature. It’s here, in this moment, that I realise there is no God. Mother Nature is purely a personification of a child’s innocence. For we, humanity, are our own God. And our holiness surrounds us, in every breath we take. In every thought, and every image we capture. A secret, to be told.