The Force Of Nature Poem by Gerry Legister

The wind coming from between the mountains


Force a road to wash down lofty bold slopes,


The snow descends like the white Ravens,


Brave hunters diving into the hungry waves.





What was it about the force of nature?


Freshness and freedom coming forth in the morning


New issues of breath flows from a real creator


A wellspring of life is found in everything.





From the silence of the morning dew


Not hurried by time painted portrait of illusions


Or the revive spirit surviving in you


Nature has always been a mystery for all concerns.





But there is something inspiring


Springing with each string straining.