Poems of Nature

Inherent Knowledge - Haiku

The frond of a tree;

Enlightened without striving

To be something else.

Just Be - Iambic Pentameter

I sit upon my chair and wait for life

To tell me who I am supposed to be.

God, if you are there, may I please tell you:

I hope this angst will leave a shell of me.

I fix upon the tree and see its sole

purpose is simply to stand and just be.