Nature Breathes Through Me
© Surazeus
2026 03 06

Awake by fairest river of dream song,
I stroll in alder shades of innocence
and listen with attentive mind of faith
to song of water over rocky falls
that shocks my thoughts with waywardness of hope
contrived by calm that Nature breathes through me.

How many ancestors of my dream soul
as children played in cool delightful rill
that streams between lush banks of fruitful trees
till their heart, bronzed with radiance of joy,
expands broad scope of conscious wantonness
while sporting in thunder shower of faith.

Fair seed-time of their river-nurtured souls
weaves fearful beauty of ten million years
from summer-shimmered slopes of lonely hills
in tangled genes that program how I feel
when I attend with anxious platitudes
to daily duties that preserve my soul.

I feel strange urgency of their despair
contrive to hurry me on beyond death,
so I reach hand with curious intent
to comprehend uncanny gold-moon glow
that lights night-wanderings of my earnest heart
when I attempt to plunder Earth of truth.

Hands gripping jagged concept of fierce height,
I climb ambitious rock of fissured faith
to savor fierce blast Zephyr hurls at me
with mocking joy at fragile state of mind
where I assert strange utterance of truth
with brave wisdom of the perilous ridge.

Alert to invisible workmanship
that rings harmonious music of my mind
with discordant elements that alarm
sanguine sense of studied confidence
infused in vibrant process of my brain,
I shout random words at the empty sky.

More worthy of myself than I admit,
since I am what I am, designed by genes
all my ancestors presented to me
as psychic legacy, I ponder path
my inner nature drives me to attend
as I create my fate with every choice.

I too sail boat of the shepherd with care
across moon-shining lake of mountain time
to cavern of the Willow Witch who knows
desire I harbor in my wounded heart,
for she sparks passion of creative song
inspired by love that Nature breathes through me.

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Orpheus plays lyre of Mercury and sings hymn of atheist spiritualism while following footsteps of William Wordsworth whose ghost lingers in the mountain vale.

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