Wild

there is a magical beauty
in all things that are wild -
organic, tangled fronds,
with nothing left to hide;
there is an unseen pattern
in the untidy growth,
sunlight spangled labyrinths,
dewdrops of love,
for all to hold;
there is an unspoken rhythm,
as the wind carries truths of old,
the smell of wild forests
and warm, moist earth,
to nurture and behold.