She Is But A Child

Is it possible nature is but a child... Let me try to verify: She loves to play with crayons; have you seen the way she paints the sky? Her colors cover everything and she never stays within the lines... When she's hungry her stomach grumbles In the wind sometimes she whines. She laughs at all the little things she gets tickled by the breeze Her attention changes quickly from the flowers to the trees. She often cries for no reason she is changing every day sometimes...she even smells bad... other times...like a bouquet. She fills our days with sunshine She's a constant source of light But just like any baby she needs her sleep at night. With nature, each day is an adventure, you never know what to expect perhaps nature… like a child… is something we should try more to protect.