A Life with Nature

I see the hawks, and I hear their cries.

I notice the ground, and dead butterflies.

I think, many don’t, and that they’re missing out;

Consumed with consumerism and

Filled with doubt,

And entirely focused within their story,

Of the way Life is.

A shame, I’d say, to not notice nature.

The Signs

They’re always there, though we don’t always see them.

They don’t change. We do.

And, every once in a while, we run into them, and we wonder, how did I not see it before now?


As I walk,

Others move on.

We’re sharing this space.

We’re like chords in a song.

And we all have a part.

But we’re lost in forever.

Equally confused

By the meaning of together.