Read or watch the news
We still only have two eyes
To see what THEY want.

Listen to the forest's heart pulsing precariously,
   a sensation eliciting the whispers of elegance  
for can you not hear such beauty
  romancing upon the ashen trees of midnight?
Even the moon shines its rapture
upon this graceful dance of the earth
as its gentle pounding heartbeat
steadily generates the nature
of this world.