Mist hangs loosely around the limbs
Of the ancient oak. An owl inquires, with
Sinister calm, as to my identity
But pauses not for an answer,
Storming away on silent limbs,
Swirling the hovering fog.
A reverent heart will suffice,
Win entrance to the core of Nature.
This great tower, this totem, of life
Whispers in the ears of all who listen;
Who seek with honesty to balance
The human with the real,
The fleeting with the immortal,
The ignorant with the omniscient.
For where can humanity learn its place
But from the lips of its elders.
Heed the voice, gentle as it is,
In the Wind, mind the warning
In the Sun's destructive, life-giving rays,
Commune with the Day,
Rest by Night's side.
Learn to love the Earth,
Not for its gifts to Men,
But for the wisdom, the order,
The grace and balance, that
Humanity corrupts.
Transcend, for once, the greed
That grips the reigns of man
And buries the spur, charging
Ahead with a lack of intent
But irreparable harm.
Love.
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2 comments:
Amiable brief and this mail helped me alot in my college assignement. Gratefulness you seeking your information.
last week our class held a similar talk on this topic and you illustrate something we have not covered yet, thanks.
- Laura
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