Nature Has It "Own Sweet Reasons"
Atop The Gorge
For all the yearnings, all the hope,
The brook still moves the flow
From up atop the rocky cliff
To down the gorge below...
The roar of water as it falls,
Is heard above the mist,
And this just goes to show how much
That nature does exist.
The trees grow out of rocks and cracks,
With tiny bits of earth,
And seeds then blow atop the gorge,
To give some new trees birth.
The cycle goes through many years,
Through many storms and seasons,
But nature does not tell us why--
It has its own sweet reasons.
-Brian Henson is an autistic member of The Autism Acceptance Project
For all the yearnings, all the hope,
The brook still moves the flow
From up atop the rocky cliff
To down the gorge below...
The roar of water as it falls,
Is heard above the mist,
And this just goes to show how much
That nature does exist.
The trees grow out of rocks and cracks,
With tiny bits of earth,
And seeds then blow atop the gorge,
To give some new trees birth.
The cycle goes through many years,
Through many storms and seasons,
But nature does not tell us why--
It has its own sweet reasons.
-Brian Henson is an autistic member of The Autism Acceptance Project
1 Comments:
A beautiful poem.
Scorpio
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