The World Has Gone Mad, but Nature Remains True

The world has gone mad.

Screens scream louder than hearts.

Egos are currency. 

Cruelty has become entertainment.

Social media parades as connection

while it starves the soul.

Trolls circus for empty applause,

Virtue is just a costume,

not a calling.

They sell us sickness and call it science.

They peddle fear and call it safety.

The world has gone mad, but Nature remains true

The medical gods of white coats

whisper: You are broken —

but Nature says: You are whole.

The government drafts us into obedience,

but the river says: flow.

The wind says: be wild.

The earth says: remember.

Religion tells us God is far away.

Nature says: God is here —

in the rustle of the trees,

in the breath between your ribs,

in the bee that lands on your hand

and hums the AUM —

the sound of the universe pulsing

through gossamer wings.

Let the bee rest on your palm.

Listen closely —

You’ll hear the sacred hum

of wholeness.

Let the birds sing to you

songs that echo ancient truths

your ancestors know.

Let the deer show you grace.

Let the horse show you presence.

Let the elk, the moose, the wild-eyed fox

gaze into your soul

and reflect your forgotten light.

Let the trees be your teachers,

the rivers your healers,

the stones your memory-keepers.

Let the wind kiss your cheek

and remind you —

You do not need to be fixed.

You are not broken.

You only need to be.

Achievements are not virtue.

Degrees are not wisdom.

Followers are not truth.

Wisdom lives in silence.

Truth walks barefoot.

Virtue is how you touch the world

when no one is watching.

Empathy is not performance.

It is your essence.

It lives in your bones.

It weeps for strangers.

It kneels for the wounded.

It rises grateful with the sun.

Nature is not trying to sell you anything.

She only longs to bring you home.

To return you

to your wholeness,

your rhythm,

your awe.

So rest your head against a horse’s chest

and feel the drumbeat of belonging.

Sit with the trees

until your thoughts fall silent.

Let the river carry your sorrow.

Let the hawk lift your prayers.

The world has gone mad,

but Nature remains true.

She is the last honest thing we have.

And she is waiting

for you.