Nature

Flowering peas not yet in bloom
but much encouraged by the recent rain
drive upwards, leaves uncurling
 
to the beckoning call from far above.
Stalks of tall grass now brown
and dry yet well preserved and woven
 
into a shield against the wind,
lying still on the concrete patio floor.
In between I stand and resonate
 
with the tides of life and death.
This can be felt not seen.
By my willed attention I partake
 
of nature's game, experience her joy and pain
but know a time must come
for peas to perish and grass to grow again.
 
Though consciousness grows in my mind
this body too belongs to her,
it is itself on its way down
 
But I,
 
I will live again.