Trees are the earth’s endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
Tuned into Nature
The raindrops falling gently on the trees
on the leaves
on the midsummer roses
which so white and honestly
greet the morning yoga prayer.
When I was a child no more than six years
tuned into rhythm of Nature
hearing the trees uttering
the wild flowers singing
and holding the butterflies on the shoulders of freedom.
In the now I dived into the love of Mother Nature
holding the awe, joy
in the continuous communication
with green and white,
and sky or the rain drops
that so gently fall on my cheeks
on my nose.
just a magical stillness
as the mind is tuned to listen
the inner worlds of being in love
tuned into Nature
and all things are simply beautiful.
(c) Ella Rönkkönen