The Heart Of Nature Poem by Peter Vector

I remember...
The sunlight coming down through the trees
Like spotlights in the cool woods

I can recall,
The crunch of the leaves as I walked into the forest
The mumur of a stream close by the pathway down

I can hear the soft breeze in the spring time
And the sound of the grass rustling in the open meadow
The sweet songs of the birds perched high above me

I feel the rough bark of trees that are older than me
I touch the rusty red dirt, gritty and cold
I sit under a shade tree where the flowers grow

I see the harmony of nature all around me
I take a deep breath in
And open my eyes

Though I only see concrete hearts with pavement dreams
I still remember that quite silence away from this big city
I remember...

The wind, the trees, the breath of the living things around me
I resided in them and they in me
I was in the heart of Nature