by Monique Bruce
When did Nature discover this small, lonely girl?
She thinks it was The Mighty Wind who found her one day,
When she couldn’t find the words to speak to other children.
The wind lifted her up and spoke for her,
Howling like wolves, a pack coming together in triumph.
Pushing the birds to dance together,
Wing tip to wing tip,
Listening to a song only she could hear.
When did Nature discover this small, lonely girl?
She thinks it was The Great Clouds who found her one day.
Shaping themselves for her entertainment.
Quiet forms that would catapult her out of her reality,
And into their playland of cotton animals and
Holding hands and playing wispy games
Casting shadows that are only for her.
When did Nature discover this small, lonely girl?
She thinks it was The Great Mountains who found her one day.
Those mountains made her,
Taught her companionship and strength.
Showed her it was possible,
To touch the stars.
When did Nature discover this small, lonely girl?
She thinks it was The Great Birds who found her one day.
Migrations like clockwork,
Magical flights returning home,
Lifted by the winds, singing in harmonious beauty,
Always in tune.
Watching her watch them,
Returning to the perfect solitude
Where she was most comfortable.
Running from chaos into beauty,
Of noises that are a peaceful lullaby.
Tranquil light falls upon the twilight shadows,
Riverbeds flowing, living a quiet dream.
Nature has been her savior,
Speaking nothing and everything,
All at once.
Leonardo Magazine 