The Spirit of Nature

If I were on an island alone,

I could live without people;

I could live without friends;

But there’s one thing I would die without.

I need the brush of fur against my hands.

I need the scent of flowers by my nose.

I need the music of chirps near my ear.

I need the feel of sand between my toes.

I could live without the chatter of endless politics.

I wouldn’t miss the clamor of all this busyness.

I could go on without the love of my friends

But I could not live without the love that never ends.