BY EMMA WAKPI

In the valley amid panoramic visuals
Frolics Nature; ancient, new
Glibly orchestrating ageless rituals
On Earth’s tapestry; symmetrical, askew 

Rushing waters scramble over one another
In their haste to flow downstream
Echoes of their excited chatter
Drifting up the sleepy mountains green

Drifting up and climbing higher
Up into the sky, so fathomless and blue
Where languid, heavy clouds now gather
To tinge the green a different hue

To tinge and shade, then separate
To give the sun some room
It’s kindly warmth the land to bathe, while
Playful wind its mischief looms 

Playful wind it sways and swirls
Teasing at the drowsy leaves
Twirling them with practiced twirls
It floats them down with skillful ease

As they float the leaves they flutter
Surprised they twist and turn
Then heaving sighs of resigned mutters
They settle on the grassy land

And ere go on these ageless rituals
Through time and space they dance
Creating intricate, passionate miracles
Natures frolic; man’s sustenance