Soul of Nature

Bachalpseeflowers

Dear May, when I go down on my knees

It does not mean I shall be punished

By every thorn that pricks my flesh

Or every pointed grain of sand

Dear Mist, when I surrender to thee

You have no right to take me

To a place where the dust is fog

And your vision won’t see for long

Dear Wind, I have no direction left in my sail

The word is spread, through your mouth of wail

Don’t try to understand, the shape of the moon

If you look up, he will always be crescent or full

Dear Sun, your light glitters every soul

Even the smallest ant in the burrowed hole

Keep me awake till the tide turns away

From the ocean shore or until its day

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