I sat and listened to the wind last night,
As it caressed the forest, and salted
the Earth with new seed.
A small bird perched on a swaying limb
Huddled against the cooling air,
And regaled me with a song.
I rose, ever grateful for the moment,
And whistled back to the bird.
It looked my way, offering a final, sweet note.
Talking with people helps. But,
Sometimes one needs to talk to the earth.
The Mother of all things will always answer.
*Works and plays well with others, and does not eat his young.
Beach for more of his poetry.