Isn't Nature Just So by Jack Donahue

Isn't Nature Just So

By Jack Donahue

Is the land more beautiful than its people,

the grass kinder to the soles of my feet, the trees better to clothe me in their welcome shade?

I know the sun warms my cold body; the sky fills my eyes with openness; the air breathes me in and out

and the hum of the river in my ears

measures me against the mountain rocks that challenge my grip on reality. The heart of the stars

beats against my chest. The willow weeps only for me. I can hear the tongue of the wind lash me a word of encouragement. Does the butterfly know me as it leads me? Does she want to land on my finger? Here, here is my finger, my hand, my shoulder, my knotted hair. I wish I could show all of me

as I see all of you.