Foreign the concert that nature plays
The ancient song calling all to hear
Oblivious to me on most days
Here in reverence, the music is clear.
Distinctly measured meter of sound
By water striking rocks in its course
The wilderness choir’s song surrounds
My invasion of this native force.
Though I’m close enough to be impressed
By the etched wings of a butterfly,
I feel detached, like a welcomed guest
Who could belong but chooses to spy.
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