I sat on a log in the woods
To sit, to rest, to gaze
A time to gather thoughts and calm my moods
To see the purple sunset when I lifted my face
The gentle breeze rustled softly through the trees
The insects praised the Lord in a thousand ways
While I observed what modern man seldom sees
Since schedules make time vanish, as life quickly fades
In the middle of the woods I sat
Up on a mountain top
A perfect scene of calm serenity,
A peaceful and calm backdrop
I tried to talk to God, and at times
I could, at others I could not
For myself simply gazing I’d find
Absorbing, observing, in nature’s beauty caught
Then I heard it, a strange sound indeed
From the ground below like a crashing tree
Like that of loggers, felling for greed
But the sound so faint, as though it were a very tiny breed
My eyes quickly turned to the forest floor
And immediately noticed that mushroom bright
That had roused my attention only minutes before
With vivid colors that shone in the light
Only now that mushroom had fallen down
It writhed as in pain, it jiggled, and tottered
At first on the culprit I wanted to frown
‘till I realized ‘twas a beetle just working for fodder
For from the inside the creature did gnaw
Tirelessly working for that mine of gold
From my perch high above I watched in awe
as the stalk of the mushroom in two did fold
The structure so big, relatively speaking
Toppled by a small something with determination
Perhaps some hope to those who change are seeking
Yet want to give up in the face of temptation
It is never easy to bring about change
A battle must nearly always be fought
But persistence pays off, even in this age
And a difference can be made — even if you are distraught
The mushroom is like many structures in our lives
Beautiful on the outside, apparently strong
But if like the beetle we change what inside lies
We could find those appearances were in fact wrong
The end of this tale is equally non-boring
For the toppled structure soon others drew
A two-inch inch worm began exploring
Varied-sized ants joined in too
Sometimes it is others who from our labor benefit
They come after we’re finished to see what they can get
When they come for the spoil it’s okay to share it
For it is God who gives and He the laborer will not forget!
Surrounded only by trees I had that sensation,
I marveled at how the Bible is true
“He reveals Himself through His creation”
Nature impacts me, what about you?
© Lukas Westevy
2004