Our hope - nature

The river calls to me 

Its voice dominant but kind 

Birds call to the river 

Even the trees 

Lonely, singing their own song 

A song of hope 

A night wind conceals me in its silvery cocoon 

Birds race to get away 

From the cover of darkness 

Who am I to ask why?

Where do these poems come from?

Why is it so perfect?

Nature is a force

More powerful than us

Nature is beautiful 

Colours swim

It holds all the secrets to life itself

To thrive, everything around you has to thrive