Poem to Nature

Nature, you ancient balance,
born before all time,
you breathe through leaves, stones,
through water and the fire in the rock.
Within you beats the order of the world,
silently, relentlessly, beautifully.

From your womb; The first light rose, a shimmering over the cold sea, and from the shimmering came warmth, from warmth form, from form memory. Thus the cycle began – not created, only happened. You nourish and take away, you let grow in order to pass away. No loss is foreign to you, no death without meaning. In the falling of a leaf lies the same power that carries the stars and guides rivers. We breathe you without knowing it, we stand within you like roots in the ground. Yet we forget your silence. They make noise with your voice. Yet you wait—unmoved, ready to receive us again when our path has been blown away. Nature, you are not gentle, you are just. You do not ask for value, only balance. And when we one day understand that we are not property, but part of you, then perhaps true awakening will begin.