“Unless, by chance, you long: To hear the Soporific susurrating Tumbling bumble Bees at glean in Myriad-hued meadows Or the startling Murmuration of Starlings curling Shadows Athwart the twilit sky; To scent the earthy musk arising Whenever tear shaped water falls From heaven To cleanse the dust That blinds us (Sharp coppery hint Of a spilt heart)” NaturePoem Book:Ethics of Life: freedom and diversity Source: Ethics of Life: freedom and diversity