Biosemiosis

 
in nature there is a poem unwritten  
conversation had through root systems  
about the nature of itself, smitten  
with all of life’s pulsing rhythms  
 
the psalm of melodious birdsong  
or show of a soulmate dancing along  
life as we know it witnesses, each dawn  
what is unspoken from mother to fawn  
 
lives entangled together in chaos  
words woven upon a bed of damp moss  
poetry, a hymn among woodland gods  
from forest river to mountain tops  
 
from sun-kissed fields lit up bright  
to the dark depths of ocean’s dive  
the song of heaven’s miraculous life
 
this poem unwritten is nature, divine