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

true palette

what if we could convince the purples that the blues

that are not trying to steal the chroma, the vibrant pigment which is the joy

of themselves or the vivacity of what they have drawn life

but that powers that want, for their own wealth in being,

disharmonies to remain as they are

perpetuate ancient lies so the fear of ‘not enough’ fuels ‘I better get mine’

what if the truth of abundance were to tinge pale hues , allowing

purples, blues, greens, oranges–all to recognize themselves

as vital, nuanced shades of the whole palette of beauty