Love Letter to Nature

When I have poured out all my kindness
and feel I've gotten nothing in return,
you reply in your silent ways
to remind me I am not alone.
The sun and moon watch over me
like ever-faithful friends, 
and after each winter, 
no matter how severe, 
blossoms and greenery always reappear.

And if I turn my attention 
to the neighborhood birds 
that startle at the slightest movement, 
I realize that the common sparrow, 
with no name to set it apart,
does not pause to wonder 
whether it is loved, but carries on, 
living, searching, enduring,
as I should too.

Though I wander on my own, 
with no friend or lover by my side,  
you, Nature, acknowledge me, 
in this private moment, 
as I pause to admire
the first signs of early spring, 
like a secret hidden just for me to find, 
a gift of momentary beauty.