Foliage responds when nature talks
But weakest is the central stalk –
Wavering wildly ~ “The Thinking Reed”
Subjects nature to its greed.
Brambles & briars – bushes & thorns –
Gouge the flesh of pride and scorn.
They weave together close to the ground –
Whispers among them make no sound.
Flowers rejoice – lift faces to the sun,
Pulse out energy – bursts joy from each one.
Trees in the forest make great requests ~
Call for the clouds & their needs are confessed.
Harmony is balance – hearing each other,
In hundreds of years – this we discover,
That frail and feeble is our tact –
& Rapid change to what we know as fact.
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