Song To The Lord Of Nature Poem by Cory Huennekens

The main path is hard and paved
And each day its ease is craved
But that path, no it’s not for me
I belong among the whispering trees

The path I choose all framed in wood
Like a living portal, there she stood
Shadows dancing and whispering true
Among all this green I could never be blue

From the marching of mad machines
My soul peace now gleans
Walking into the very soul of God
Away from mans great fraud

Each step bids the divine orchestra sing
The birds, the leaves,
A clear blue babbling stream
Each note are Yah’s great words
Wisdom of the prophets,
Since ancient times heard

On this little side trail, microcosm
Of night and day,
Great trees and leaves keep the sun at bay
Come and listen, be silent
Learn my ways,
For I am Holy, Ancient of Days.