Sonnet: Nature Heals Itself

Just when I thought the tree was surely dead, New leaves began to sprout up once again; And soon, it wore a green crown on its head; It had been resurrected by the rain! Dumb-founded, astonished, perplexed I stood! The tree that was deemed dead now was alive; A canopy of green covered the wood, And made me happy for the tree was live! What a remarkable feat of Nature! Impossible a task, it had performed; Never underestimate her stature; If left to man, the tree would have been harmed. Thou art thine own healer, Nature Mother! Can a human do than thee much better?