My hills, my valleys,
my evergreen trees,
how I love to hug you!
Days are never the same
with maiden Nature skipping on
the crystal clear waters
gurgling through boulder
and bush; renewed radiance
glittering gemlike embraces my eyes,
my being; the dreamy flowers bloom
in a scented spectrum of soothing colors
decorating the valley and the mountainsides,
the fragrant wind wafts at will in the early
sunlight of this quiet, cool December morn.
My heart dances to the song
of Nature as she takes me
to her boulevards of beauty,
splendor and tranquility.
Her melody echoes in the wide
white sky, through the translucent
blue of the distant ocean that spreads
to the very end of this land
my land, my heaven of freedom.
My ever-endearing mate,
my steady companion
through unnumbered lives
of the past and future,
Nature spreads around
beckoning, giving me
a chance to learn to be patient,
kind and considerate, impartial,
shed malice and covetousness,
hopeful like a lotus in the mire.
My never-changing, immortal
friend, guide and philosopher!
mother-like, you are ever present
to wipe my tears, clear my frown,
lift me from the sinking sands
of disillusion, and resentment.
I prithee my Mother Nature,
forgive us frail mortals, of our
uncouth, ignorant, rude ways.
Inspire us, kind Spirit, to fall
in step with your worthy, gracious self.