Of Nature

Of Nature I always feel inspired to write Of wild and timid creatures and creatures that bite And in Nature there's many a beautiful sight Like butterflies flying in the warm sunlight. So much about Nature there is to admire And of singing her praises could one ever tire The one true immortal she never will die Immortality for human-kind based on a lie. Her Seasons the Summer, Fall, Winter and Spring Inspire the poets of her wonders to sing Her beauty we don't have to pay for to see Those who don't love her do suffer of soul poverty. Her beauty should not be to buy or to sell She is our Earth Mother and she serves us well When we cease to live as we must do one day In her cool earthy bosom our remains will lay.