Often Lacking


Upon a mountain looking down below,
there is a lush valley so still and deep,
with a raging river and rapids that flow,
even when mother nature appears to sleep.

Often in the distance you hear laughter,
it’s sound, piercing the passive silence,
such serenity, supports a here ever after,
solitude of nature, in utter compliance.

Feeling the warmth from the radiant sun,
nature’s forces make each of us believe,
insignificant creatures when all is done,
vast enigma of nature, we can not conceive.

Simplistic creatures just enjoying the view,
doing no more than just occupying space,
constantly striving each day to start a new,
failing to recognize the splendor and grace.

Hopelessly, roaming without even a plan,
compassion and understanding we lack,
unable to appreciate the beauty of the land,
or enjoy the cool breeze upon our back.


Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2006, All Audiences