The river softly calls my name,
The trees and wind applauding.
I wander in the wilderness
And smell the flowers nodding.
The sky’s a bright and cloudless blue
In the moment I lie down
And what was once a rocky hill
Becomes my granite crown.
I stay an hour or a year
Amidst the wild. I savor it.
We all are nature’s children
And mother nature has no favorite.
And thus I rest on brother grass
As sister blue jay sings
And laugh at those who seek to find
Their happiness in things.
