A Song of Nature

O gentle Nature, whose voice I hear,
In the soft whisperings of the trees so dear;
Your beauty captivates, enshrined on high,
In the blooming flower and the sun-kissed sky.

With each day’s ebb and flow like waves’ embrace,
Through seasons of change, I take my place;
For I am a child of both earth and air,
And in Nature’s heart, I am cradled there.

• G L D Mackay