True Calling

The whispering of the winds.
The rustling of the arbors.
The pulse of the ocean waves.
The songs of the animlas.
All of them calling to me,
Calling not for a saviour;
But for a caring neighbor,
A compassionate comrade,
And a kind-hearted brother.
As the wind kisses my face,
I see the tree limbs shift
And the tides massage the beach,
A whale's song filling my ears.
Neighbor, comrade, and brother;
I can be those things to them,
I am not afraid to be.

Ernestine Northover
At one with nature. A lovely thought expresed with eloquence, and every line a winner.

ShyWolf
Nature has a compassionate neighbour in you, heartwarming words and imagery - they go hand in hand as does man and nature - Superb write

Kerry O'Connor
I always love how you capture and keep the harmony between man and nature.