Stop and listen - do you hear 
The wind blow through the trees?
Let your mind soar up a little 
To the rustle of the leaves

Stop and look - do you see
Her golden yellow wings?
As the bee floats round the flowers 
Gathering nectary-sweet things 

Stop and touch - do you feel
The texture of the bark?
Of the grand old banyan tree 
It’s head swaying up with the lark 

Stop be still - let your heart fill 
And your atoms all slow down 
As you walk through the ethereal realm 
Of nature as she abounds