What Nature Comes to Bear

As I pause and stare At what nature comes to bear I stop

A weeping willow I see before me I begin to hear nature's score and I stop

My gluttonous mind befuns to breed With the gift given my mother natures seed

I begin to breathe

I think of nothing No thoughts becoming of something

As I pause and stare At what nature comes to bear I stop I understand the tear shaped leaves On the weeping willow tree

Never lied about what it is supposed to be I begin to feast on what nature has given to me