Bonding With Nature
Along the edge of the shore there are no footprints
nor are there bits of driftwood from lost voyages
just the dunes behind and the horizon bedding down
It’s been this way now since I first set my eyes on it.
If there is no turbulent storm, all be here tomorrow
I wish that I will be here also stacking up my thoughts
Perhaps scanning the edge of the waters to judge the visibility
and distance how far to the other side just to absorb some time
Time does not matter on this shore or upon those dunes
or out on the water’s ripples or just about anywhere
Nothing here is dependent upon the clock or even me
Everything that happens here is constantly in motion.
Like the rolling waves and rising and setting of the sun and moon
Drifting winds, passing bundles of clouds. shadows changing shape,
most everything is in motion except myself, although my stirring thoughts are spiraling
What will become of this pristine shore when my footprints become erased?
I cannot specifically say the shoreline will remain the same in dimension or composition
as nature creates her environment that suits her the most.
As I step away from my memorable view I can accept the ocean wanting to flow in
to wash away my footprints and leave its shore to engulf others of its beauty.
Its like the ‘etch a sktech’ tablet which you erase what you have printed
leaving a clean slate to others to leave their markings in which that too will erase.
Nature does not belong to us; it enhances our surroundings with its decorations
It strives to survive and become vital to promote its natural wonders for us.
A pity to destroy its gainful recognition that cannot be restored to its formal attire.
What nature has put on the table is there for us to preserve for the future, not to be eaten.
If one takes of its belongings then others will follow to have a memorable token
But over time the vista is subjected to lack of treasures that nature once provided.
We value gifts that were given to us for special occasions, but not those from nature.
Trampling upon the sands that are the cornerstones of nature’s columns will weaken
and eventually wipe out the makings of a wonderful part of our lives that was meant
for all to enjoy but not to take or disrupt for our own enjoyment .
Being there along that pristine shore is like being at the symphony with its glitter and music.
The harmonious sounds of the waves breaking and the wavering of the wheat colored grasses
is like a piece of music played over and over and never will there be an encore.
It’s which lures us to the shore to enjoy the sights of sounds of natural bonding with nature
Copyright © Douglas Pederson | Year Posted 2019
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