Nature is beautiful, but does it care. This is from Barefoot Prayers.
A Heart of Grace
The more insistent the birdsong,
the more powerful the scent of flowers,
the more majestic the tree
expansive in its own space
solid in its own root
luxuriant in its own branches, twigs and leaves,
the more active the insects,
the more webs the spider spins –
the more indifferent nature appears.
Rain falls on the just
and the unjust.
Sun shines on the good and the evil.
Broken leg or arm,
all mean nothing to the tree
from which I fell.
Heartless is the shattering glass,
the collapsing wall,
the quaking earth.
Care-free the blackbirds outside the open-window
where the one who cannot sleep for pain
lies lonely in distress.
So make in us a heart that cares;
rages in concert with others.
Make in us a heart that
saves the suffering from
the loneliness of natural life.
Take from us the heart of stone,
the heart of flesh.
Give us the heart of