David Raine – Poetry

there’s just a sense
by David F. Raine
there’s just a sense that Nature lives in an unreal world of words;
of green and smell and unfurling leaves;
of perfume, blues and pinks.
there’s just a sense that Nature lives in a world of petals, twigs and gold;
of pollen, bees and honey, stamen, furs, and seeds.
there’s just a sense that Nature lives in the eyes of us who look;
and in the feel of finger tips and the smells which taunt the nose.
and there’s just a sense that Nature lives where no man dares to go;
along the windy, darkened paths and among the damp mangroves.
there is a sense that Nature lives with a bird upon the wing;
in the calling of a treefrog, and in the voice of those that sing.
there is a sense that Nature swims, in the sea with whales, and fish, and porposies;
in the coral reefs, and shrimps.
and surely there is Nature too in the cries of the Cahow;
in the footprints of crabs on sandy beaches and the gentle lapping of the waves.
there’s a sense that nature lives, above us everyday;
it’s there along the narrow lane, and in the air we breath;
it was there the day that we were born
and will be there when we leave.
Written April 1992, Bermuda
Amended by André F. Raine, April 2009, Malta

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