Ask the beasts and they shall teach you,
And the feathered birds of the air will tell.
The damp coldness and grime of fresh Mother Earth reveal my humility,
As the fish of the sea declare my place in nature well.

Look up into the clear, star studded night,
A bit to tame, and wonder why?
Refrain from the insanity of life,
Validating the need to gaze upward each night.

The melodic, windblown rhythm of dogwood branches,
Tapping on my bedroom window awakens me in verse.
Maybe I regret reaching this age of enlightenment,
Knowing my virginity was lost at birth.

Walking out going to work I observe the tendrils of ivy
choking out their host tree,
Yet today, into uncharted territory I sail.
Pray my awareness of the mystical, wistful creations
around me,
Be there until I bid farewell.