What Nature Can Mean To Us if only we can Connect


it's here
in this place
where my ancestors
fished and hunted
and made camp

it's here
where the mist
wanders through
the woods and
hangs gentle on
the breeze

between the branches
light streaming through
mist and leaf painting
pretty patterns on
the forest floor

shadows dancing
with delight

it's here
where the stream
talks to me
and Your light
brushes softly
'cross my face

where the mist
cools my skin
and soothes my soul

where the day begins
and ends with You
by my side

~ poem "By My Side" by Michael Traveler, author/poet