Dear To Me Poem by Daniel Brick

I cannot compel the day to last
more than its twenty-four hours,
the night always ceases with dawn
despite my unreadiness to admit the light.
I long to hear a carillon of birds at noon,
but they have retired their voices
and instead scuff the lawn for food.
Squirrels scamper too fast across my vision
for me to imagine a comedy of their antics.
I wonder often how I would translate
the stillness of a deer, poised downwind
of me and oblivious of my presence,
into human words of utmost gentleness and calm.
Oh, what a monologue of verse that could become
if I united my human wit with the deer's perfect
silence. But alas however many words tumble
from my brain, they never match the simplicity
of the deer's presence. And I simply despair
of giving voice in both words and silent pauses
that would unite nature and humanity
into a common expression...
Oh, forests creatures all, you are dear to me.
How I love your presence on the outskirts
of human lives.My fondest wish is that
we could, all of us, join in a paen to life,
and celebrate throughout the day our common joy
and nightly dream of our holy bond as One Earth.