“Adopt the pace of nature; her secret is patience.”
don’t move so fast, dear one.
Saying she is in a hurry,
smiles while passing
on the left.
Enjoying this sacred moment
dear one, I asked?
He said nothing,
grinning as he passed
on the right.
Imagine the patience
of a snail slowly wagging its tail.
Or patience of the sailor
without wind upon his sails.
there’s the patience of a redwood forest
which is again healthy upon being burnt.
Biodiversity unfolding before
our open & closed eyes; look
wood-living bees and wasps pollinating
new shrubs and wildflowers that blossomed after the fire.
Fallen logs colonized with life forms from fungi to lichens
providing home & cover for small rodents, weasel, lynx other small mammals.
Scars upon nature healing
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