From The Pastures Of Heaven

nature has words to speak  
the quill his secrets leak  
the hidden truth to seek  
heal the heart that is sick  
 
it's so quiet where i safely  sit  
betwenn the rocks and the trees  
i near where i hear the bleat  
 
it's so calm where i write  
the town is remotely far  
I feel close to Heaven's light  
 
it is so mild where i tread  
the shepherds track is soft  
pastoral vibrations in my head  
 
where herbs and stones abound  
crickets and grasshoppers alike  
nature is teeming with life around  
 
varied nouns with local names  
scatter within my simple sight  
from thorns to creeping snails  
 
an open-air museum to see and hear  
learn the true alphabet and the Abc's  
instill the truth into the genuine quill  
 
as you vainly spent a lifetime spinning  
around your morbid ego in tears and fears  
spend the rest, in the pastures to end  
 
surely, you won't be ever complaining  
as your nature will find its Nature  
the human finds his genuine earth  
Adam back into the pastures of Heaven