Nature's Love

The brook follows the path of least resistance It does not confront obstacles It embraces them Nature knows not war The landscape is tranquil, peaceful Nature likes it that way Rolling shades of green sprinkle the velvet hills with A myriad display of colorful flowers Flaunting the multi-hues of the rainbow The eye follows the brook’s unimpeded meandering path A Monarch jig-jaggedly flies in glee Its life will shortly come to an end but That’s Nature’s way too A dark brown and brittle dry leaf Detached by a tender wind Floats and softly lands on a fallen twig It remembers where it came from Clear water caresses the rocks underneath, Whispering sweet, gurgling, purling sounds Its watery arms embraces the smooth stones As it fills the cracks between them This is Nature making love with passion Subtleties which go unnoticed to the human eye Are nevertheless relevant in their spirit As life unfolds its evolution. When we make love. who sees us? Sometimes we don’t even see each other We often forget that love is tender, giving, Nurturing, healing and compassionate Nature knows this – We should too.