there’s a grosbeak in the pines,
and he asks me, “tee tee tew?”
so i answer, “i am fine,”
and inquire, “how are you?”
*
as a birdman, i will say
that he understands my words–
but they might put me away
for talking with the birds.
–photo by me
birdman
michaeljordahl 
I enjoyed your poem and must say that you are not alone in your conversations with Nature. I confess I do that too. We are in good company if you wish to explore the writings of another American, James Allen.
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Thanks, Shelley, I’ll check it out. When I was a young boy, a lady fired me as her paperboy for talking to a tree! I don’t remember talking to any tree, but I did lose a customer, so…
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Nice poem. I have conversations with nature all the time.
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We’re nature conversing with nature, and that sounds… natural! Thanks, Tia!
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Nice little bird!
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Thank you, Isabelle!
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So lovely.
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Thank you, Yassie! I must admit, when I look through my notifications after posting, I always look for your name first.
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You are so welcome, Michael! I enjoy your posts so much. Thank you.
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