Garden Poems: 9/12
Nature, Garden

We are born into Nature

© Adrian Keefe

I plant seeds and see nature at work. My garden at Tabulam in north NSW in the land of Oz is my life.

Nature is of infinite meaning
But, within that interminable flow,
we humans exist.
Everywhere we are, there is nature.
Everyone we are, we are nature.
Nature is the broadcloth of humanity,
And, without its protective covering we are lost,
helpless against the wildness of chaos,
destined for destruction.

We are born into Nature,
we are part of its organic charm.
[Adrian Keefe 2009]

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