Douglas Williams

Nature's Own

A pebble in the pond,
rippling to the center.
Falling quickly to the floor,
the light fading behind.

'What does this mean? '
the young boy ponders.
As he lets go of yet another,
Sitting at the edge.

He looks for the common bond,
between himself and nature.
Watching for the opportunity or door,
the one he just can't seem to find.

Unsure of his surroundings,
admiring the God-created wonders.
Turns slightly to the call of his mother,
and runs home full pledge.

Standing before his earthly creator,
he quietly acknowledges her authority.
Watching and studying her every move,
learning traits and manners without her even knowing.

His mother brushes the dirt from his shirt,
and looked into his innocent eyes.
Smiled happily as she admired him,
and bringing him close for a hug.

Mother and child,
the created and the creator,
embrace as one.
Nature, close as we come.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 9, 2005

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