I raise tired eyes to the sky
taking in a world beautiful and vast
and I can see again.
My lungs fill with air that trees freely give
and I can breathe again.
My feet stand on solid ground
sensing roots woven underneath each step
and I can feel again.
Waves of birdsong fill the air
singing of things blessedly non-human
and I can hear again.
I am so weary of our human ways.
Of how we suck up all the air
all the sounds
until it seems there is nothing but us
and still more of us
without regard for this living breathing world.
But to step outside
is to ‘be’ again
to join a world alive with harmony.
We humans are the young ones here
and it seems we still have much to learn.
Meantime, let us look to the trees
to see and breathe and feel and hear together —
knees buckling with gratitude for all
this good earth provides.
Let there be a sliver of light
that peaks through our dense walls of discontent.
Let there be a hint of fresh clean air
amidst clouds of hatred.
Like groves of trees
swaying in the wind,
we can stand together
connected again to our Wild hearts.
