Errant Children

I enthral your senses with colour and contour, flora lush and scented, sandy to iced terrain, wind song, bird song, sweetness and spice, an abundance of delights. And do you thank me.

I speak to you through nature and the nature of animals, but do you listen.

I reprimand you with stormy outpourings, I rise up in floods of frustration, but do you learn.

You know in your cells, your blood, the deepest regions of your brains the profound disconnection between us you have created. But do you mend it.