Swaying to the music of natural life,
whispering winds sends messages like vocal songs in my ears,
ringing tidbits as it only tells truth.
Below where ground lays rest,
the soil topsyturning to create new life.
Blooms the new creation with fullfillment that most cannot see,
blinding to the untold sentence spoken by man, lies.
Lofty petals of essence take among the sky freely,
taking with them a new found understanding.
To whence the cup is hidden,
not among place but among spirit that one cannot see with closed eyes.
The music taunting and teasing,
and yet not know its true place.
With outspoken voices,
nature always comes second to man.
