Nature is everything
From tiny protozoa to the largest whale
Even the simplest insects
Contain elegent complexity
Beauty in even the most ugly beast
Peaceful, quiet and beautiful is Nature calm,
Like a natural healing balm,
From the largest beast to the smallest fly;
Under Mother Nature’s air so sweet and high!
The mist, the moon, the stars, and the night,
Are Mother Nature’s biggest delight!
The light, the sun, the rays,
And light of the first morning’s day,
Are all a part of beauty;
Nature is a beautiful treasure to see!
Nature is my favorite theme,
The morning is Mother Nature’s greatest scheme!
The leaves are falling from the trees,
And land inside the blue-green seas.
Blue-greeny seas and red firey stars
Dancing fish and snarling wolves
A little red fox trotting across cold snow
A flash of bold crimson in an icy white land
The aurora borealis and corona of the sun
The swirl of galaxies floating unfettered
Crashing into one another and stars dancing between them
Even these touch upon nature
A sort of large scale metaphor for the people of Earth
The whole of Mother Nature,
Her essence, and the ideas around her
Stretching into the greatest star and the smallest seed
The essence of life subtly covers all
Echoing the shapes and spirals
Mountains high and valleys low,
Spiders and creepy crawlies
Soft minxes and gentle pachyderms
A world of life in even the tiniest
Drop of water or crumb of dirt
All this beauty and wonder
Falls in Gaia's realm
A sunrise in the sky,
Birds chirping in the trees so high,
The sun reflecting on the sandy shore;
It also hits the forest floor.
The hot and dry desert with scorching sand,
The long miles of vast-bare land,
Only a few birds chirp in the air;
There’s no water over there!
The mountains of powder white,
Are so pretty even at night,
When owls do roam and birds doth sleep;
In trees on mountains steep.
Cats that are a homeless stray,
Still walk onward even in the cold day,
They sleep outside at night;
No one should make them homeless they have no right!
Mother Nature mourns when she sees cats not treated kind,
Still she walks onward through the wind,
She looks onward crying;
Watching sick animals dying.
Help this earth become a better one,
Until then our work may never be done,
The sun may never fade away;
Or the sky ever become gray,
But help keep Mother Nature from crying;
As she watches sick animals dying.
Poetic collaboration with Marian