Natures Voice

I search my life for pillars of silence

And reflect on what they mean

I turn to nature, and look at what’s unspoken

Their silence, yet to be broken

The message of a boulder can only be seen

By its figure, and its scene

The Boulder sits on the shore of a lake, still in silence

What would we hear from the Lake, could it speak?

Would it tell tales of the fish that live within

Or of the fisherman, come to catch its kin?

In the reflection of the Lake, a dark group of clouds can be seen in the sky

The stories of its travels, told to us as it passes by

In the form of raindrops on our skin, no longer dry

The raindrops the Clouds have brought rid a wild flower of its thirst

The flower now grows high, its scent dispersed

The Bee comes to pollinate, for in its fragrance it is immersed

By the rain of the Clouds, and the pollination of the Bee

The Flower bears a single cluster of fruit

The journey of the Fruit lies within its sweet taste

As hunger is erased

From the silence comes

A message from the unspoken