Nature in me

Nature in me
by Azly Rahman

Speak to me of the wind
And I will speak to you of its origin

Look not into things that has no bearing
For, origin is fixed and soul ever changing

All the wind mean
Is that the souls have been
And the souls have seen
Everything and nothing

And sing to me the song of souls and spirits
And I will walk you down the path to where they inhabit

I long to sing the song of the soul
But I am mute

I long to hear you speak of the spirits
But I am deaf

Could thee ask them to sing  instead
Then all the meanings will stay intact

Speak to me of thunder and lightning and of the roughness of Nature
And I will show you where in the world inside of you Nature is preserved and ruptured

Thunder
Lightning
The roughness of nature
Oh the wonders of the world
tender to the sense but frequently blurred
    by the things shrouding the mind

Where in me are you --- Nature?