Church of the Wild
In nature’s embrace, she finds her seat,
Beneath a sky where the soaring birds meet.
Cicadas hum in rhythm, their song so old,
A chorus of ages, a story untold.
Amidst the blossoms, bees whisper in sweet refrain,
A reminder of the beauty that nature does contain.
In every leaf and bloom, a lesson to be sought,
For in these living wonders, a sacred truth is taught.
In this cathedral of life, we must take our part,
For nature’s in trouble, it’s calling from the heart.
Its tears, like gentle raindrops, fall upon the land,
A plea for our love and a helping hand.