Love Is Nature, Nature Is Love

LOVE IS NATURE, NATURE IS LOVE and surely man is no inferior flower to die unworthy of a second spring? (John Clare – The Instinct of Hope) The landscape is tranquil, peaceful and calm Rolling shades of green sprinkle the velvet hills Myriads of blushing flowers brighten the spirit Nature likes it that way The brook follows the path of least resistance It does not confront obstacles It embraces them Nature knows not war My eye follows the brook’s meandering path A Monarch jig-jaggedly flies in view Its life will shortly come to an end but That’s Nature’s way too I hear the water caressing the rocks, Whispering sweet, murmuring, quiet sounds Its watery arms embrace smooth stones Filling the cracks between them A dark brown, brittle dry leaf Detached by a tender wind Floats and softly lands on a broken twig The leaf remembers where it came from This is Nature making love with passion Subtleties, significant as breathing in and out, Go unnoticed, but are relevant As Life unfolds its evolution When we make love, who sees us? Sometimes we don’t even see each other Often forgetting that love is giving, Tender, nurturing and healing Nature knows this Nature pursues harmony And seeks constancy We could learn from nature.