In Tune

I always come back to

the synchrony I find in the wild 

The insignificance I feel

when the rain pours down

Giving breath to growth

The birds are all singing, differently

from one another

but they are together all the same: chaotic in the perfect way

that only they can be,

a choir conducted singularly by the earth that tilts towards the sun each spring.

One of those birds could fall to the ground in the middle of the forest

and it would leave your life unchanged

yet at the same time, it holds all the importance in the world

as it gives rise to something beautiful, a legacy that will continue and go on

Life is a cycle, they say, and this is true- yet it is also something that rises and falls, and brings love and grief, and is wholly a journey worth walking.

I need no other bible than the wild,

and crave no feeling more than the spring rain upon my face.