Language of the Flowers and the Crickets

In a jungle of metal and hate,
squinted eyes turn down and hide from the sky,
for there is no protection from harsh light,
no love for open hearts to feel,
and no hope for those who go astray.

But as we enter a place unlike our own,
where Life is not scarred by a beaten path
and there is no marked trail for us to follow,
we find peace in the sound of falling leaves,
and safety in the shadows where there once was fear.

And these human words with which I write,
given to me by Nature in all its grandeur,
cannot compare to those of the flowers and the crickets,
for they know all about that of which I try to express
for they are born in Peace.