“to live in this world 

you must be able
to do three things
to love what is mortal;
to hold it

against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go”

-Mary Oliver (nature poet)

Brown bark peels slowly

off the tree while gentle wind

blows in my face; the birds chirp

softly, the cawing of a crow startles

me.  I hear a squirrel chattering

in the branches above, and then

everything is quiet.

by Charlotte (younger nature poet)