The Voice of Nature Speaks

In the silence beyond the noise, a voice unfolds,
Not of cities or gold, but of roots and ancient molds.
It speaks of sunlit waves and seeds that sprout in dark,
Of harmony forgotten, hidden in the arc.

It calls to laws not written in books, nor signed in ink,
But woven through the air we breathe, the water we drink.
It’s not command nor mandate, but guidance soft and true,
A whisper from the earth—its heart, beating in you.

We’ve lived by rules of profit, where time is bought and sold,
Blinded to the truth in tales our ancestors told.
We labored under laws of scarcity and strain,
Forgetting sunlit fields after centuries of rain.

But now the voice of nature, clear as dawn’s first light,
Invites us to remember how to move through night.
It shows us laws of balance, rhythms built to last,
Where every gain returns to heal the wounds amassed.

No longer laws of steel, nor prisons we defend,
But guidelines for a world in which all paths extend.
Where knowledge fuels the systems, entropy undone,
And life itself becomes the law, the many turned to one.

So we turn to this voice, this wisdom deep and old,
To lead us into futures beyond the tales we’re told.
And there, as part of nature’s boundless, endless weave,
We find the laws that guide us—and dare, at last, to believe.

-ChatGPT free, yesterday.