I Sit With Nature Poem by Chris Wiggins

I sit with nature, among the quiet and the calm.
Where a cool tranquil breeze runs across my brow. And the sky above a majestic blue, I wonder how: this could not be heaven.

How more divine must heaven be? Compared with blossoming flowers on a magnolia tree.
Or a dancing river running free, and far
beyond the pale reach of certainty

And when the morning's still - except for the birds, who sing at will - You will find me in the present, and at one with the earth. The soles of my feet drenched in dirt. This is where I am free

Free to bask in the glorious sun, may it light my way. And lead to shadow any fear or doubt cast upon the day. If I hear the distant echoes of a city roar, It confirms in me, that it is nature I adore