Nature Speaks to Me About You

Nature speaks to me.
It speaks to me through the earth.
It speaks some truths,
While hiding the lies, they want to say.

The trees I climb,
So that I can touch the sky,
Say that you can touch the lowest branch,
That you are tall and can tower me.

The flowers in the vanity,
Their roots tangled together beneath the warm ground,
Say that your skin is soft like their petals,
And that they are jealous of your beauty.

The grass, in their lowly whispers,
The lawn vast and dotted with yellow,
Say that you love the smell it freshly cut,
And that you rest your head upon the fragile blades.

The dandelions speak of dreams,
Their color shines bright like hope,
Say you talk of one day seeing me,
And that you stare up to the sky and think of me.

The dirt, the very essence that is earth,
The very thing that begins life,
Saying you're strong like the bull,
And that your steps are steady and free.

Nature speaks to me.
It speaks to me in beautiful songs.
You are alive and well.
There are no lies, but only truth as they speak.