Nature My Teacher

I wonder how her children stay safe
on that delicate branch—
even the shaking winds
cannot make them fall.
Who guides them home?
How do they find
their daily bread?
Without a word,
they learn to fly,
to live,
to survive—
Every rhythm of life,
written in the wind.

Built Again
She chooses the perfect straw every time.
Oh—she lost it all.
She builds it again and again,
Without getting tired, without complaint.
In the end, she makes it somehow—
Without pride, without overjoy.

Silent Strength

Animals suffer, but never give up the fight to survive.
They manage without a word—
Not expecting mercy from humans and from God.
God belongs to both big and small,
Whether one prays or not at all.
Yet on another note,
The one with a pure heart—
His prayers are needed
To descend the grace of God.