Gently the wind is whispering the time
I silence my being to begin my new rhyme
Beauty is calling from everywhere around
Yet only the silent can hear her sweet sound.
Not with the worldly ways or routine
Will Mother Earth put out her beautiful scene
For she's seeking no reward no applause at all
From those she will grace: the great and the small.
Her lessons she will share out day after day
Without any fanfare she will give them away
Asking for nothing but true surrender and love
For the Eternal Creator who gives all from Above.