The Bird Is The Lucky One (A Poem)
01 August 2018
The Bird is the Lucky One (A poem)
I live in the city
on three acres.
I have kept it natural
but have helped it along
to share the beautiful possibilities
that Nature provides.
Even with that sanctuary
I find it hard to remain
tuned into the spiritual
side of life.
“Civilization,” people crowded together
beyond natural tolerances
steal away all attempts
of walking a balanced path.
It is only when
I journey to the cathedrals of nature
that I find myself again.
Camping at Boulder Mountain in Utah,
setting up camp in the rain.
The birds told us when the rain would stop.
The gray clouds gave way to blue sky
splashed with puffs of white.
While dinner was cooked,
I took a walk to Singletree Falls.
The blue lupine beckoned me on.
“See what surprises we have for you!”
little dainty yellow clusters
teased me forward.
Followed by tiny white clumps
that looked like patches of snow.
It was then the perfume of wild roses
caught my attention.
There they were farther up the trail
pulling me forward.
Cross over the trickle of the stream
to view the grand vista of
mountains of green and
cliffs of yellow and red.
Down the hill,
the rush of water getting louder . . .
louder. . .louder.
Down the hill some more.
There it was!
swollen from the rain,
rushing over the top and
cascading down he rocks.
The twisted piñon pine
bowing to the water and
saluting its magnificence.
The Creator is in this place.
His hand has painted
every delicate blade of grass,
every grain of sane,
the pure air, clouds and water.
Looking for the rainbow on the way back.
Distracted by the sparkle of rain drops
dancing on the needles of the young ponderosa pine.
Finally seeing the tiny rainbows
reflecting from the raindrops
on broad leaves.
A bird sitting high in a branch
spoke to me of his joy
of living in this splendor.
He told me of how this place
changes with the seasons-
each more exciting than the one before.
The bird is the lucky one,
he gets to live there.
I have to return to “civilization”!