nature

the river of old cuts through the rock of time

the wolf hunts and the winds chime

as the trees shiver in the autumn air

and fish learn anew

we learn the stories of time

though the greatest,

through the oldest, story teller:nature

when the night comes in the forest of the wild

we hear the wolves call to all

we hear the crickets make there sounds

when the birds worn us of morning

chirping thier songs of joy

we wake to nature

the mother of all

Reviews

[dragonflyrider]

I enjoyed your poem of respect for nature. I do believe that mother nature is the best story teller.

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Marvelous! Love it!

(happy Spring!)