Poem

I hear the murmur of a brook

            reciting Nature’s poetry;

Its simple, unpretentious look

              casts a magic spell on me.

A subtlety of solitude

                 renders me relaxed and still –

An outright, naked certitude

                   accommodates me with a thrill.

In Nature’s sacred arms sublime,

                     moments languish as if charmed,

Hesitating within time,

                       outmaneuvered and disarmed.

Here among attractions many,

                         I’m inspired by its sound –

a message meaningful as any

                           of the messages around –

A homily of love and splendor,

                             comprehensible and plain –

All that Nature must engender

                               never frittered

Nor in vain.