Nature’s Grasp

In nature’s grasp, my soul takes flight, With every breeze, so pure and light, The flowers bloom, and rivers sing, A symphony that life will bring.

The mountains rise, their glory near, Each rocky step, a path sincere, Oh let me tread on sacred ground, In nature’s peace, my truth is found.

For every breath, a gift bestowed, In every step, the story flowed, A bond with earth, a dance divine, In nature’s heart, my heart aligns.

• John Muir