 The water lilies are floating on a placid pond
while the busy biosphere churns below and the bewildering human world lurks beyond. The lily pads happily absorb the sunlight into their myriad living cells and they offer rest when dragonflies alight. Why can’t we be like the water lilies floating along through the universe of life leaving the environment free of strife. (c) 2019 Larry Kilham We have consumed and spent
and now we are moths to the flame. When opportunities receded and there was no better way our pride flickered and faded and our dreams flew away. Our elders spoke of our faith in common ideals and a higher being to assure our strength anew. Adversity was our challenge and progress pulled us through. Now we can speak of starting again in a beckoning faraway land not on another planet but as leaves of grass in a temperate place far from the political morass. If I return to the human hive and absorb the synthetic surround, I’ll miss nature’s creatures at play and you’ll hear me cry for our dreams that flew away. © 2019 Larry Kilham  The first rays of the sun
shine through the translucent petals of the hollyhock so that it stands alone in the universe. © 2019 Larry Kilham  I saw a robot in the garden today.
It asked me to come and play. But I thought that was a ruse because its battery needed juice. So I asked, Do the birds need feed or is there anything else they need? And it replied, No, just bring the charger so I can stay here longer. And I asked, What about the plants and flowers? and it replied, I’ve been weeding those for many hours. I pressed on, What about the beans and tomatoes corn, squash, and potatoes? Then the robot made bold to say, Come to the garden and bring a sack and I’ll show you how to harvest the veggies and bring them back! (c) 2019 Larry Kilham  The osprey plunges to grab a snack. Very soon she’ll be back with a fish to feed her brood. We all must share our food and be part of nature’s brood. © 2019 Larry Kilham Look at the lilies
drawing hummers. Look at the irises gathering bees. Look at the roses shading ladybugs. Let us lie down in the scented, buzzy air. Beyond are the trees, the oceans, the mountains. Let us all be one. (c) 2019 Larry Kilham The migrating birds wheel in the sky
Where are they headed? Or have they arrived? They follow nature’s primal drive. Closer to home, the yard birds are free and hop about with impunity. They have lost the call of the wild – each is now civilization’s child. Now as Earth shifts and warms all birds must sense the alarms. The dodo birds are now extinct - scary because all species are linked. I hear the migrating birds take wing and the innocent songbirds sing while we humans search for eternal spring. ©2019 Larry Kilham  I climb the mountain
to see the far horizons. I see the hawks circling below and imagine human dramas in the valleys. The air is crisp and clear but my eyes are dimmed. There is an upwelling inside me and what I see is a totality of me. © 2019 Larry Kilham |
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