Find Yourself
While drifting along a path, with the horizon to scan
A small bird sat watching this old man.
His hat was worn as well as his cloths, and not very clean
But his sprit was new and keen.
The bird watches as he takes his time
Drinking in nature, all of which was sublime.
Now the bird was of course unaware
This old man meant no harm and willing nature with him to share.
As the old man got closer to the bird sitting on a limb
The bird became interested in this old man fit and trim.
The old man would stop and smell the wild herbs
Observe the landscape and careful not to disturb.
Solemnly he continued past the bird
Only pausing long enough to speak as to the beauty as if he heard.
Not once did the bird feel threatened, nor feel the need for flight
As the old man continued out of site.
As the old man reached his home he remembered the bird that he had met,
He didnt know why, but he had a strange feeling of regret.
Then it came to him, as he went in out of the cold, and why should he pretend,
He had just visited nature and without knowing it made a friend.
Somewhere in the night a little bird must have thought the same about this old man,
For if we find nature a great work in Gods plan
We find also that we are all Gods creatures something that he left.
To find beauty in nature, we must first find yourself.
©David R. Alexander
January 21, 2003
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