In every forest always,
There are quiet glades
Where men and beasts
Can find rest and shade.
Droughts may scorch and dry
But they may also serve
To ream the underground cisterns
to contain more water when it comes.
Water may flood and wash away
Dead wood, the detritus and debris
And as the waters sweep clean the land
They make it rich with fertility.
Man is awed by nature
And marvels why the sky is blue.
He only needs to look around him
And he knows what to do.
Man has to work to live
And when he’s tired, he rests.
Man has to eat to survive
And when he’s hungry, he feeds.
What is scattered, he gathers.
What he has gathered, he keeps.
What he keeps, he treasures.
What he treasures, he shares.
Nothing in nature nor in life
Is ever random nor by chance.
Just as the glade is the forest refreshes.
Why man does what he does has its causes.
The beauty he sees in the flower
Is but the glimpse of an immortal power.
And the goodness he does to others
Makes all of mankind his brothers.