Close to nature, close to God.
The rainbow in the sky says goodbye,
pure nature, forever kind,
shining bright like silver, refined.

Rivers of solitude running free,
children asking for food, silently.
Yet the breeze still sings with grace
on the vine leaf’s sacred face.

Close to nature  and to you, my brother
to love all things, one after another,
with nobility from the heart’s deep tide.
The earth smells of eternity wide,
and the sun is a wine without time inside.

Gratitude in the smile we show,
nature full of charm and glow.
The fog descends, calm and clear,
like a mantle blessing all that is near.

Days of rain and shining skies,
close to nature, where life applies.
The Douro whispers ancient lore,
and birds pray for friends they adore.

God embraces the whole wide land,
all people, but Douro first, my land
Flowers, bees, and honey in season,
all pulsing in the heart of creation’s reason.

In the silence of the my  lovely field,
I feel God crucified, revealed.

The soul is a root that sings and feels
in the earth, in the sky  where forever heals.


Victor Marques