Tuesday, January 7, 2014

the wind is blowing gently

the wind is blowing gently
replenished from exhaustion
I pedal my bike lightly
And follow in proportion
All I had hoped for will be
Not looking at you looking at me
Proud of race proud and free
The rest missed their abortion

The hawk owl with purpose sails
Flies downstream from this circus
The black bird sits on a bended cattail
Resting from the ruckus
Han water fills the pails
Egrets wade for their males
The heron’s bent wing wails
Breathing nature’s purpose

Need I bring binoculars
A camera and a tent
To capture this particular
And come back here again
Away from greedy men
Who rob us with their pens
And merge with all the Zen

For nature’s vast vernacular 

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