The substances of rock or sea
are but the substance of me
transformed by the forces of nature...
The quiet of the desert night
Or the serenity of the eagles flight
reflect the beauty of nature...
The building of the mountains
or the erosion of the winter rains
manifest the subtlety of nature...
The cycles of birth and death
in all its mystery would suggest
we are but one with nature...
© 1989 Jim Cain