Silently stood the Cottonwood tree
Placing my hand upon her bark
She gently bent down for me to see
On her branch a Meadow Lark.
Whispering in my ear, I hear
“The world will spin,
Never to worry, never to fear
What may end, will also begin”
Time is a man made construct
Nature’s heart will always beat
For she is the one who must instruct
The path put forth is clear beneath our feet
Universe embraces all within
And there never was an original sin.
The push and pull of laborious strains
Is here and now as it has always been
Soon will come the torrential rains
The veil that blinded is wearing thin,
Answers revealed with open eyes.
Minds will strain who go against the grain.
As correspondence becomes lies,
A vicious greedy game, without a brain,
Who knows when this will truly end,
There is only one to keep in mind
As our hearts and soul will bend,
We all should remember to be kind.
For before we were born, it was right from the start
Love the only truth, within our slowly beating heart.