BY GLORIA O’KOYE
Mother Nature’s scent was sweet and refreshing,
Away from the toxic fumes caused by man made pollution.
Life is busy preparing
Before wrapping itself tight
In a sparkling snowflake blanket
Deep into the slumber it goes
But before the season of rest creeps up,
Every creature big and small
Must stock up their cabins.
The crunch of transition from
Summer to autumn
Will always be satisfying.
West
To
East
And
North
To
South
Communal foraging
For nature’s little secret,
To find acorns to eventually
Turn into flour!
Flour to be made into bread,
A treat that can’t help
But to be salivating!
Strolling through the forests,
Even if it’s only the wind speaking…
The residents will sing a universal
Language
That could be understood,
If the ears of the beholder would allow
Different dialects to pass on the message
A pathway made of intuition
Of trusting the creatures
To greet the Guardians of the
Red and White Oak Trees
Giving thanks before
Gathering its jewels,
Is only right
Because in order to maintain balance
You must give back whenever
You had received.
Finding perfection in every symbol
Of nourishment,
Until the basket is heavy and full
A mighty task for only one
Is why we encourage collecting
Together as a village,
It will not only fill our stomachs
But also for our souls
