poems to publish

 when we are still with nature, we can see so much, tell so much

we spend so much of our lives just rushing past 

a moment of stillness by the reservoir gives us snails underwater that have always been there, just that we have been too busy to see 

nature teaches us to be still, to watch, to wonder, to take things slow, that nature will resolve itself - recycying is part of nature - so  much part of it - the cylcical natuer of it 

I'm preparing myself to never see him again. I should walk by my river that hums, he might have found solace there