In the nature

In the nature In the nature you say. In the nature in the French way. Giving nature your full attention. A definite article. In the nature my lover says. You say that in my company When hand in hand We do what is beautiful to me. To see you run aside to pick a pebble Of great beauty from its place beside the sea. You hold that stone, you hold it up to me. It has the nature written there You interpret it for me. The band of white, the peeping shell A crevice that the sea engraves From countless tumbles in the waves. The nature brushes back your hair. To frame your face bronzed by her air From sun and wind the nature makes your picture a masterpiece to me. Painted there are all the years that have been and still remain Whether active or asleep The work of the nature rests on you. In the nature you move. In the nature of your coloured days. Your busy fingers caressing earth Your urgent legs propelling you From place to place in nature’s ways. It calls to you to follow wind. It invites you in, it drives you on. The nature is your constant friend And murmurs in your darkest times. Wood, earth, rock, sea, wind, sand, Mountain valley, hill, shore. In the nature you find yourself You are all of these and more. It turns you, it spins you round. The dizzy dance of the nature partners you. Together, rising then dipping low You taste the air; you stoop to sip the waters flow. You let the water cool your lovely wrists And invigorate your delightful toes. Fast eyes you have to follow birds Who circle in the nature’s sky. Their bodies harnessing the rising air They climb upon this swirling stair. Then from their vantage point They dive through mist and wind and rain To land on nature’s earth again. I see my lover through flashing eyes At that virtual place where horizon lies. She scans the line and draws it With virtual brush or mental pen. She gives it edge, she shades the line And colours it with blues so fine You cannot tell what happened first The cobalt, aquamarine, sapphire, turquoise. All are there in the nature. And you bring them home to me With your joy, your beauty Your humility, your love. You are like the greatest book I could possess Countless pages still to turn on. Those read, to savour and reflect on. To dream of or to hold in my memory You bring the nature flooding in. As page by page new gifts you bring From in the nature journeying.