feeling I could almost discerne life's hidden meaning.
I used to hear nature calling out to me.
I used to feel its vibrant beat.
I used to look through eyes with wonder at the relationships beyond my perception, barely beyond.
I used to . . .
But now, it is too rare that I see, I feel, I sense these things.
Nature's life force is still there
but I fear it is something to which I am becoming blind.
Perhaps, on an other day,
I shall see, feel, sense these things once more.