“nature”

In the hush before the morning’s cast,  
A breath of dew, the slow-borne light,  
Nature wakes as darkness slips past,  
Tipping green with drops of white.  

Maple arms in tangled praise,  
A robin’s trill—sweet, wise, aware—  
A fox lifts eyes through meadow haze,  
Unriddled secrets in the air.  

The river’s song runs sapphire cold,  
Chanting round the patient stone,  
With reeds like sentinels, strong, old,  
Who shiver as the breeze is blown.  

Mountains soar in quiet grace,  
Cloud-shadowed by a drifting dream,  
While in each silent, sacred space,  
Sunbeams glitter, leaves will gleam.  

Roots entangle, wild and deep,  
Below where soil cradles seeds—  
And all that earth has sworn to keep  
Takes root upon its ancient creeds.  

Every thicket, every sky,  
Hums with life so grand, so small;  
Nature whispers: do not pass by—  
Belong, become, be part of all.

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