Nature's Designated Way
I am anxious and self-absorbed in ways that
the trusting trees and daffodils are not.
The cypresses know who they are in ways
that I don’t understand. They grow wherever
their seeds fall, and they open their leafy arms
as shelter for whoever comes to call.
Why then am I tangled-up in endless webs
of concepts and phenomena that distances me
from the surety of the faithful trees, the trusting
daffodils, and the stable stars?
I am envious of the faithful ferns and trusting vines
that unfurl their joyful fronds in constant harmony
with nature’s designated way, free from doubt
– knowing who they are.