On Nature

The world is concrete and metal

I need the smell of green leaves 

Or the touch of fur of a kindred spirit

To remind me of early earth

When God walked with man,

Man with animal,

And among all -

Streams laced with sun.

I hold on to glimpses of forest

To mist above water

When walls and roads

Block the sky

And confuse where I came from.

C. LJ 2019