Nature Remembers
Colorful specters stand whispering secrets,
but the mortal ear hears only the rustle of
crusty leaves caught in a Fall wind.
Natures language is a private thing, you see.
Humans excluded of course;
what do they know about Nature and her ways?
Humans have long ago forgotten it;
built many languages of their own and
now the trees pass their secrets around;
an ongoing conversation about life, death and
the peculiar things in-between;
themselves being one.
How can they forget what their souls
have always known?
Nature came first, humans later and with closed
senses they’ve lost the capacity for participation
in this thing called life.
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