What Is There Poem by RIC BASTASA

a worm inside the home
of its hollows
at night it sings and i can hear
its joys of
home and family

a bird rests on a twig of a tree
it sleeps beside the
quarter moon
the leaves are calm
respectful of the
silence

inside the room
i contemplate on this
perfection: nature in harmony
with the self
there is joy
indescribable
there is sorrow shared
in our solitude

there is this silence that
respects the earth
like the stars
in perpetual twinkle