Fog encases the trees,
Swallows sing out overhead,
Slowly the path goes on,
Passed fields and farms,
Rivers and streams.
In these moments, you can hear it,
Nature singing to the rhythm of the earth,
Each living creature is connected.
Every twist and turn of the path is a guide,
To a realization,
That nature is our nation,
Our connection is as deep as the birds above,
And the crickets at our feet.