view of Nature

view of Nature refreshes my soul

nourishes what is creative within me

blindness might coerce me

into taking in what i have heard

without assimilation of sounds

chirps, trills, clicks, hisses

rumbles, snaps, growls, crashes thunders, squeaks, peeps, crackles

barks, yaps, yelps, snarls, roars

whines, yips, bays, murmurs

Nature touches our pitiful attention

in many ways we keep too busy

to hear, feel, smell, taste with the degree

of richness given to us

i know better

knowing myself unworthy

i find it hard to accept gifts

even the gifts of love and caring

friends and family bestow

but they are hurt when i protest

that i am aware of my shortcomings

my pettiness, my mistakes and

the pain my errors of arrogance

have caused them

but i must smile and accept

though my tears sometimes

betray me and i can only say

what i truly mean

in hugs