21/06/22

The garden tells a story
The woods give us wisdom
Nature shows us signs

When the cherries start to drop down
Garlics must be pulled up
St John’s wort will be harvested away.

Summer solstice.

And the robin returns.
And the tits revolve.
And the day stand still.

Longest day.

And I understand

Even if time stands still
it must pass.

Even if the sun burns me
It will fade.

Even if the heat melts me.
I will prevail.

How ethereal is that summer sunset,
Pure gold.

How gentle is that growing shade,
Safe harbour.

How delicious is that evening breeze,
True embrace.

As cliché as it sounds,
all seasons must pass.

As cliché as it sounds,
all joys must pass.

As cliché as it sounds,
all griefs must pass.

On and on.

That ever revolving cycle.
That ever growing tree.
That ever spinning planets.

On and on.

Until the end is decreed by the One.

Look at them,
How they spin through the darkness!

Look at them,
How they grow and scatter through the fields!

Look at them,
How they bloom and whither through the world!

The wonder
The awe
The joy

that keeps on going.

Ever whirling,
Like fleeting seasons.

Ever growing,
Like enduring moss

Ever glimmering,
Like distant stars.

We keep on going.