Natural

Natural like springtime,
And the sweet smell of flowers,
Like the language of brooks,
That babble for hours,

Like the heat of the sunshine,
And the coolness of shade,
And the brilliant colors of sunsets,
That naturally brighten and fade,

Like the tallness of trees,
And the expanse of the sky,
And the swiftness of the wings,
Of eagles on high,

Like the misting of dew,
On the green morning grass,
And the echoes of mountains,
From eons long past,

Like the soft look of clouds,
And the passing of time,
And the depth of the joy,
With which I write this rhyme,

I come to you, humbly, joyfully,

NATURAL