Go with the laws of nature.
How of all God’s creatures we are last to learn:
How a stream does not run up hill
or a tree hold on to its leaves,
or the soil not absorb the rain.
Go with the laws of nature
to trust in winter preceding spring.
To know
that the cyclical cold front
is followed by the sun’s return.
Go with nature’s teachings,
the day’s turning.
Knowing the night that covers
gives way to the revelation of dawn.
Go with the laws of return:
That we bloom until we wilt,
that we fold against the wind,
that this world we live in is both indifferent
and purposeful.
Quiet laws
are only perceived through the seasons.
Even the season of death,
when considered in the light of eternity,
is only like a trapdoor,
or a seed, that by dying in the ground
is resurrected to new life.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
April 2023
Living Tree Poetry 