My Nature writes written with Thoreau in mind,
I would hope he does enjoy them when he does find,
Our lives for some reason seem to be attached; they do bind,
Could I be he, or he, me, in a prior life, reincarnation so blind…?
Did we come from the same tree, as it were?
Were we separated at birth, twins we are not,
Only in the sense we do write with ease about Nature,
It is “part and parcel” of our lives, our loves and our power…
Would I know him on the other side?
If we were to meet while sharing vegetarian meat,
Or playing on a waterfall, on the mossy rocks we would slide,
Wouldn’t that be appropriate, we would both go down on our seat?
Fun we could have speaking of Nature and life in general, ‘twould be so neat…
© ed ~ 12/10/04