High Time

When Nature gave the instinct, gave she thee the heart to bear thy fate?... Who hears the fishes when they cry? - Thoreau

who lends a shoulder to the trees when they injure a limb and limp

or a hand when their roots trip and fall

who holds the night when its lonely and cold

hands the moon a mirror to see its reflection

reaches down and exhorts the water in a river when its too weak to flow

who reminds the slaphappy wind which way to blow

cradles the fallen, melting, dirty snow

i think it's about high time we know

Author's Note

“If Nature is our mother, then God is our father.” - Thoreau