Lynn W. Petty
The Song Of Nature - Poem by Lynn W. Petty
Immersed in a color-wheel of ever-changing,
Undulating light from the setting sun,
I sit silent and motionless upon a footstool hill
At the feet of the great rock-ribbed granite Sierras.
Held firm within this vast panorama of undisturbed geological
Evolution, my eye is led from the valley floor, past dappled
Terrestrial hues and tones of green, gray and brown,
To saw-toothed peaks etched upon a background of gracious,
Deepening empurpled evening sky.
Surrounding me, the cry of the hawk;
The caw of the crow; the lazy hum of bees;
The panpipe song of the birds;
The soft-voiced spatter and splash of the creek;
The gentle brush of breeze, wafting with the scent of sage,
Whispering through the boughs of pines, rustling the trembling
Aspen leaves, all filling the solitude with sound,
Each contributing to the constant, yet never the same,
Gladdening mirth of nature's song.
As an audience of one, in the open theater
Of Being, through sight, sound and smell
I witness the ineffable splendor of nature's
Dance of life.
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