Nature

Nature

The cry of an eagle,
the wild mustang’s hoof print.
The fur on a polar bear blown amiss,
on a landscape of white tint.

The delicate flurries of winter
when the first snow falls.
The warmth of spring,
when the flowers sprout tall.

Swimming against the river’s flow,
the salmon’s brave heart.
The offspring of a proud lion,
that is barely at life’s start.

This is nature and Mother Earth,
from every death to every birth.
This is that which I believe,
and that which brings me utmost mirth.