Nature My Teacher

I wonder how her children stay safe on that delicate branch,
Even the shaking winds cannot make them fall.
Who tells them the way back home?
How do they find their daily bread?
Without a word, their children learn—
How to fly, how to live, how to survive,
The patterns of life woven in silence,
Like an ancient rhythm of the earth.

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.