Lithesome energy uncurls and bounds
through fluid forest shadows; rustles tell
how nature writes her universal song
to match the timbre of each living cell.
Tiny scampers underground reveal
an interwoven pattern; silent wings
of soaring offer reverence to the sky.
They all exude the joy that wholeness brings.
Humans changed the pattern; we have sliced
the wholeness into pieces and impaled
the pieces on our spikes of greed. Our job
is to preserve, protect...but have we failed?
© Laryalee Fraser