I used to see the sunset

Glorious shades of pink and blue

Overwhelmed by its magnificence

I knew not what to do

The swooping owl

the glistening grass

the ancient knotted tree

So much natural beauty

To smell and touch and see



Helplessly enthralled

by Earth’s beauty and its grace

Lost in insignificance

how could I find a place?

In the midst of all this brilliance

What could I possibly add?

Heart full of wonder

head torn asunder

From an impotence

tinged with sad



But as I grew

The urge to do

Shrank down

To less

And

less



A quieter mind

Succumbed to the heart

Soothing my distress



Now I understand the beauty 

there for all to see

Nothing need be done

Take it in and let it be

Present in the wonder

Ordinary magic every day

Nothing need be done

A gift in every way.

As a child I remember my Dad pointing out the beauty of the natural world to me; the sunsets (we were never up early enough to see the sun rise), the mountains, a wood on the mountainside in the shape of a heart. I would look on in awe. Sometimes it overwhelmed me, what was I supposed to do with all this beauty? As I’ve grown, I’ve realised all I need do is appreciate it.