The Walking Stranger

A stranger the world calls strange,

For reasons stranger

Walks in no search but solitude

In trails the strangest

When the trees of the boulevard ask

Have you touched him

He says, yes of course

In your supple green

When the warblers in the skies ask

Have you heard him

He says, yes of course

In your saccharine song

When the winds wholly wayward ask

Have you felt him

He says, yes of course

In your silent breeze

When the stars of the nightfall ask

Have you seen him

He says, yes of course

In your silvery light

When the mortals under oblivion ask

Have you found him

He says, yes of course

In thy part, in my heart

In our nature and so I walk.

-R-

PS:"Nature is the art of God"- Dante Alighieri.