And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know ...
You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
Sometimes I have to wonder
Why do we not appreciate nature more?
Why is it that destroying nature is more common
Instead of moving, flowing, twisting around it?
Do we really need to 'conquer' anything?
Why?
Whats the point?
We miss out on so much in our world of concrete and technology.
When can we go out to just enjoy nature?
Take an hour or two stroll in the park?
Wander around the wild tangles of a forest?
Watch...
A spinning leaf.....drift to the ground.
A spinning leaf, I gently fell
Not knowing where I’d land to dwell
Until I heard your ringing bell
Then I escaped from my dark cell
Knowing my fears, your voice will quell
I went, trusting all would be well
Once lost, now found, my heart doth swell
Because I love you, that I should tell
-S.N.D.
Sometimes random images come into my mind.
Most of the time, these images make their way into short stories.
More rarely does it invoke the need to create a poem.
Picture yourself on top of a building, leaning against the edge looking down to the ground below.
In your hand your twirling an object.
A leaf.
What color, type, shape of leaf...is up to you
But you're holding one.
Now. let it drop, let the leaf be caught by the air currents.
How long does it take to land on the ground?
Does it fall straight down?
Or does the wind catch it? Keeping it up, making it fly out of sight?
A tree can hold hundreds of leaves, thousands, millions, depending on how big the tree is.
And each leaf, when Fall comes, drops slowly down to the earth.
some fall early, others fall really late when the snow is already on the ground.
Compare your life to a leaf.
Its Autumn. your color has changed and you begin your decent.
You leave the safe perch of your Heavenly Father's arms.
And make your way through earth life.
It depends on the leaf.
Some have a very short time in the air. Only lasting a few minutes before the ground(death) comes to greet us once more.
Others are caught by the wind and born through life's ups and downs.
Sometimes people brush death before changing their path and flying higher.
Some will have more 'downs' (health wise, or otherwise) then ups.
Others will have many ups instead of downs.
Others will have many ups instead of downs.
Yet at the end of the journey,
wherever the wind takes us.
We eventually meet the packed earth below
Now the question is:
How did we get there?
Did we plummet staying in one area.
Or did we take the time to see the sights, travel far and wide before welcoming the earths embrace?
Its not what others do with their lives that matter, its what you do with yours.
Take time to extract yourself from the concrete jungle
And enjoy the small nuisances of the wild.
A birds chirp, a ripple in the water, the way the wind plays with a leaf.
The destination does not matter.
Enjoy the journey to the destination.
Because it never happens the same way twice.
Until you next read these words;
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
awesome post! loved it!
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