The wind moves through the trees

Red Cardinal flying by...leaves falling softly on

  freshly fallen snow.....sunbeams pierce the

overhead

sky

I am Nature...we are Nature, seeing Nature......

the wind is Me moving past the trees

              Red Cardinal flies in my soul, words like

leaves falling on freshly fallen snow touch my

                   bearded face

I am the Sun, piercing the writer's block

 of

             my soul....I am Nature, seeing Nature in

me