What a wonderful world, don’t let it get away;
Your role is important, you must have your say.
For life is a cycle, an ever-turning wheel;
It’s time for you to think again, remember how to feel
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When the lion roars across the plains, others know to flee;
When the seagull squawks as food’s been gained, others flock with glee.
Thus, we as humans are not such distant relatives,
We hear, we feel, we smell, we sleep;
The dangers around us are always relevant,
The hairs on our neck prickle, the instinct runs deep.
Hark ye the cry of Gaia’s true calling,
Of oceans blue, forests green, and mountains towering;
Stand up and be within view of all whilst all around is falling,
Breathe in the cold winter air, its spirit is empowering.
In knowledge there is power, they say,
The more you glean, the readier you are;
But what about ignorance is bliss, you may say,
Is it a constellation or simply just a star?
Hold your head above the surface a while,
Lest your head dip under and you struggle;
Nothing is perfect by a country mile,
One man’s paradise is another man’s untamed jungle.
We teach the dogs how to sit, to stay, to fetch, to behave,
Yet when was the last time you just sat, just stayed, and listened to the waves?
The rat-race pace, the traffic jam, the mad dash for last-minute nothings;
The fledgling debt, the bank balance in red, all in the name of sugar-coated somethings.
So step outside, behold the trees, the leaves, the dew, the smells;
‘As within, so without’, as a wise man once did tell.
Gaze upon the water, watch for the ripples, see how far your influence goes;
You won’t get likes, or shares, or hugs, but you’ll feel the cold around your toes.
A brisk walk taken, a keen heart felt, a long stride in God’s garden;
The squirrels dig, the robins sing, the ground begins to harden.
Time slows down, you look around, the double-time world drifts away;
A crisp leaf falls, the magpie’s mate still calls, the squirrels scoff and play.
Are we so unalike? Were we born to earn? To pay bills, to buy empty promises?
To drink espresso coffee, to eat quick-fix junk, then be interred with a stirring eulogy?
You are being urged to take time out, a moment or two to breathe…
To listen to Source, the interwoven web; do you know what you truly believe?
The wise man walks with staff in hand, memory and thought in tow;
If you listen to the chorus in the great, green temple, you’ll hear The Green Man’s whistling show.
What are we looking for? Some quick-fix love? Some express appreciation?
It tastes so sweet, yet then ebbs away, leaving us with an empty desolation.
We must rebuild our green bridges, our pathways to the soul; the woods are ever-inviting;
We must remember our place, mere stewards of this land, as the Creator is ever-delighting.
So if you want a good connection today, look not amongst the shallow fields of social strife,
Look, instead, at the bark on the trees; look at the everlasting fountain of life.