The Great Way has no gate;
there are a thousand paths to it.
If you pass through the barrier,
you walk the universe alone.

This poem was written/submitted by Wu Men.

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean–
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down–
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is is you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?

This poem was written/submitted by Mary Oliver.

Nature is quite divine
The weather is always fine

But what do we do? We abuse the earth
One day there’ll be no nature for future’s birth

If everyone would help clean up tomorrow
They’d see the good that’d follow

Our children would be healthier, risk-free
We’d be happy to let them be

Oh God we are so sure
That we are really destroying our Nature

By: Natalie Sapphire

The sounds of nature tells us many things.
The sounds of nature are our teachers.
The sounds of nature are so soothing
Yet they can be terrifying.
How can we say what nature is?
What do we really know about nature?
So many questions we have asked.
So many have gone unanswered.
So what does the sound of nature means?
We shall never know.

By: Philip Teed