I Am Nature

nature. nature has never failed me
never made me angry or sad,
always containing me like the mother it is
there's something soothing and so magnificent about nature
watching a dark forest lit by moonlight
watching green moss and foggy nights
watching scattered clouds in the sky
watching the stars as the light up the sky,
and feeling safe that there's a man in the moon watching over us,
with an ever sad and lonely gaze upon the earth . . . (Hannah)

The great oak doesn't wonder
what it means to be a tree.
It simply grips the earth
and reaches boldly to the sky.
The water simply flows
to seek reunion with the sea.
Be it a river or a creek,
it doesn't stop to question why.
What, then, am I?
(Marcus Eliot)

Each day is born with a sunrise
and ends in a sunset, the same way we
open our eyes to see the light,
and close them to hear the dark.
You have no control over
how your story begins or ends.
But by now, you should know that
all things have an ending.
Every spark returns to darkness.
Every sound returns to silence.
And every flower returns to sleep
with the earth.
The journey of the sun
and moon is predictable.
But yours,
is your ultimate
ART.”
(Suzy Kassem)

In dewy dawns shrouded by morning fog,
The sun glimmers through the mist in showers of golden light.
The cool air is reminiscent of the fleeting darkness,
A cover for the rejuvenation of the forest's effervescent, lush life.
Melodious songs from the bellies of birds accompany the golden fingers
combing the tree tops,
As the awakening day reveals her fresh face.
(Ally Nicole)

From the lip
of the forest green leaf
I drip
into the infinity of falling
Tumbling down the bright air
to capture a millions suns
in the dazzling rapture of a splash
And all the tiny beads of my becoming
like oceans
in the acres of time
Until evaporation
as vague as night
gathers the dreaming clouds
One day
perhaps a thousand days away
I will collect myself
Into the brief holiness of rain
(Chris Weallans)