the way things have been

i’ve been listening closer to the steady beats of the earth
in the early hours, before her majesty has risen and blanketed the soil with gold

you can feel the exhale of the planet
the leaves tremble at the porous gusts
the rolling plains crest,

sink like waves in the sea
the trees dance once more at their mother waking

oh, but
the winter silences her breath,
mute by snow, replaced by the gales of her wisps

and the gleam of summer brings a beauty
one, i selfishly wish forever
nature is cyclic
older trees, indurate and ringed

it’s been more important
to pay attention to the way things have been
they begin to explain why i am
or what we are

unfortunately, it’s hard not to question what we’re doing
i don’t think anyone pays enough attention to the sounds of mother earth