Lessons under the sky:

The sun taught me to rest before I rise again

The birds taught me to fall before I fly

The flowers taught me to bloom with grace

 

When people talk of going outside on a trip

They speak of nature as a foreign outsider

But with each breath you declare your kinship

To everything: the crawling ant to the giant elephant

 

The bees rely on the flowers

The flowers rely on the bees

Harmony in all the hours

No win or lose in this economy

 

How old and powerful I am above

The butterfly on the log

The miracle of flight

Gentle I must be 

 

How young and fleeting I am under

The wisdom and endurance of an oak

Trunk, branches, leaves - a splendid wonder 

Humble I must be