Have you ever heard the flute that nature plays
with the sounds of wind on stormy days,
can you feel the drums when thunder rolls
the drums that echo in our frightened souls?
Have you ever watched the falling leaves
that dance the tune of an autumn breeze,
or the flames that burn in lover's eyes
and dance the music that fills their lives?
It's the same pure song that the birds all sing
when they feel the magic breath of Spring,
it's the song that's sung by mountain streams
and the hymn that haunts musicians' dreams.
Even ancient myths of the Sun and Moon
all dance with the stars to this timeless tune,
the whole creation sings in harmony
that's the wonder of nature's symphony.
Men heard this song in ancient times
and adorned its tune with sacred rhymes,
it sprang from stone age temple caves
and swept the world like tidal waves.
It inspired art and guided kings
and planted thoughts in poet's dreams,
where this song was sung in ancient lands
cities bloomed like flowers in desert sands.
Then man developed new technologies
tamed the winds and crossed the seas,
but he soon forgot how to dance
and sing and praise the wonder of our wakening.
Then the music faded and the magic died
man's reason ruled and the spirit cried,
and now today when the thunder rolls
it echos in the silence of his empty soul.
Everything that lives sings in harmony
with this song of nature's symphony,
except thoughts men think and then men weave
into theories of truth which we believe.
And these stubbon beliefs have made us blind
to the sacred wonders within our minds,
for that's the place where magic dwells
and the music flows from boundless wells.
Where thoughts are simply tiny streams
cascading through canyons of myth and dreams,
and the symbols carved on these canyon walls
lead to the cave where the spirit calls.
Deep in the caves are the ancient tomb
where spirits dance and visions bloom,
where dreams are formed with fire and thunder
and our souls are filled with sacred wonder.
© Michael John Nelson
