Our Natural State

Old teachers, elders, ministers, gurus, coaches - your influence recedes. Something new approaches. Thank you for your contribution to my mixed-up confusion. Sorry, now, to see you go, as you uphold the status quo, or support your fine ego, maybe make a little dough. No, I must let go of your hand to hold, as I leave the fold. New teachers, now come into focus, hummingbird, your magic is not hocus-pocus, as a flower you might try. Caterpillar, butterfly, you would never lie, nor would eagles as they fly so high up in the sky. Every animal and plant, each red and li'l black ant, just like clouds, and sun and moon keeping time to a celestial tune, they know just what to do, and where to go, and I love them so.