Outside

The morning's cool
In the distance I hear a rooster crow
Above the rise and fall of insects humming in the trees
Listening as my eyes feast upon the green
Scattered on the lawn  
A few yellow and violet flowers
Bird's foot violets and dandelions
Some folks think of them as weeds
Mostly stillness, then a single bird's song
As I run my hand along some bark
And clear a few dead branches from the yard
Often, I feel these things more than people
Nature wears no masks or hidden motives
Nature just is
As am I
In this moment
And I can't think of a more important thing to say