And what of the wood
by Robert Harrison
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Addapted from a short verse I read.
Nature does not need the likes of man,
it gets along quite well without us.
The song of a bird and the rustle of leaves
is but the voice of the wood.
Does the mountain hold fast to mans voice?
No, but casts it back to the one who litters.If nature wished to commune with man,then that man must listen with his own ears,for we do not all hear the same voice.
The wood is never silent, but we fail to
hear what it has to say because our footsteps and our minds are to loud.
It asks no questions and gives no answers, but we can be alive to
itís beauty, and from its beauty we draw
Hold on to the awareness that you may have of it, and above all never feel
that what you have learned is wasted,
for even the wayside weed can be glorious to behold.
Listen, tune your being to the
voice of the wood and stream and think
yourself a part of them. There is so much lost to our understanding, and no one questions the losing.