NATURE'S PART

I often walk the windy river path

To discover where I should be.

Passing the scores of racing wheels

Panting to meet me.

They give a weak smile

Oblivious to life around them

Only a few feet away,

Flapping wings, making nests

They never see.

Beauty that’s missed

Is still beauty is it?

I ask myself, settling down

To watch a fuzzy gray squirrel busy himself

With today’s meal of nuts and seeds

Scampering among leaves.

Ignoring me as a bystander

That I am,

Standing by to watch natures’ symphony

Played out in full scores

In all the right keys,

For all the right reasons.

 ~Dave~

(21 February 2004)