Worshipping Nature

Worshipping nature in her own
cathedral I am her grateful child
as around me giant cedars lift their
heads to the sky and I am wholly
embraced by their presence
welcoming me as simply another
of her peerless creations, living
breathing, growing, glowing in
the sunlight shafts penetrating the
great canopy of this old growth
forest where I walk among the
elderly and the compassionate
viewing immense downed trunks
nourishing seedlings of the forest's
future, those nursing lots fulfilling
nature's instructions that nothing
be wasted and everything be
recycled. From death arises new
life, and so it is there and anywhere
that the cycle endlessly spins to
rebirth, renewal and the ultimate
creation of a perpetual blueprint.