In The Lap Of Nature

Silently,

My mortal structure lets my passion increase

And induces me

To be the voice of the mountains, and dales

And sing,

And ring the herald of the spring

The fountain spreads its silvery hairs like a mermaid

Where the sun occasionally blushes among plush greens

And dances with the breeze

While the chirping birds,

And humming bees

Compete for honey from the myriad flowers

I lost my voice but only gaze

Her being jubilant but inebriated

With the manifestation,

And tossing her head in every direction

I’m up to listen to her countless tales

While my head in her lap

And mouth wide gap

To drink elixir drop by drop.