Vision

I see the trees, the grass, the sea, the sky,
I grasp no meaning from the glimpse of life,
Where the birds sing in vain because the eye
For this brief scene is filled to grief with strife.
I yearn to know the trees, the birds, the sky,
Above all sacred knowledge of the day.
I must no longer be required to lie,
In order to say that I know the way.
The trees stand out against the pale blue sky,
The soil recognizes the message it sends,
With peace on Earth and Heaven, we comply,
With soft command to live the life that mends.
The love of nature sends us through the door,
Of a good life where I can learn to soar.