A few words about nature.

My Nature

An abandoned town left to old crows,
but I'm a spring chick.
The smell of salt water drifts through cold morning air,
infused with a hint of smoke
from distant fires lighting the dying night.
The sounds of birds ring hollow in my ears
like "the power of the trees";
that insignificant buzz I've always heard,
but never could explain.
From my perch above this town,
I see it all;
A sunrise exploding into dawn,
like a newborn exuding life,
or a pianist before recital
blessing every key touched with divine grace.
I see my nature.

Adrian Downey
April 2010