I sit. I Listen.
I allow silence to surround.
With winter fading and spring awaiting,
no leaves on tree or ground.
With little wind the forest rests,
and invites me to do the same.
I close my eyes and rest as well,
and let the woods reclaim.
With mother nature all around it’s easy to let go.
Of all my stress and worry, right now I do not know.
And as I sit and listen to the stillness of the breeze,
my focus shifts to “Posted” signs, stapled to the trees.
They rustle and they rattle and break the peaceful quiet.
We have broken nature, though society denies it.
Nature is the great inventor of what was and is to come.
While we continue to abuse her, we become more numb.
What can a single soul like me do to help amend?
Certainly not turn away, ignore, or just pretend.
Nature needs us more than ever, this I truly know.
Our gifts alone can help or harm, destroy or let regrow.
Remove the “Posted” from the land, and also from your mind.
Nature is here to be protected, not destroyed by humankind.
I sit. I listen. I think of what could be.
For nature has already given all needs for you and me.