It fills me with peace,
The beauty of all the colours,
Enters my body always,
The sunshine in my eyes,
A birdsong in the air,
Blue and slightly cloudy skies,
Along the path I share,
Mothering ground of life,
No matter how much we hurt,
Betray and scar in might,
You consistently return us to dirt,
Never going against will,
Or allowing your spirit to change,
Nature you are like the Holy,
For you vibrate in infinite ways.
Rowan Blair Colver