Spring is a season of bloom, to heal what remains of a doom;
Autumn is a change to recreate and be reborn,
Winter gives us coldness and merciless gloom,
Fall spares us and brings us changes within our miseries and isolation.
A wind of change stirs, gather up some log and woods, we must store,
There’ll be a great wind of storms swallowing human beings whole!
Ablaze our hearth alive so we can live, tonight we dine and wait for it to die!
Animals a few hibernate, some store foods and curl deep in ground under a tree,
Others live and have their fats prepared; survival is in the game of nature.
A field of white emerges after a merciless storm, thrusting like a needle, more than a thorn;
From there, a snowflake will land and fall, spreading sheets of white afield around,
A few animals or more will emerge from shelters to hunt and roam;
Then, they’ll spot a few to prey and maul alive and dine until their appetites fulfilled, satisfied.
Flowers and plants bloom,
There I sit and see; how wonderful nature is.
I think and think on why it is beautiful as it is and adore;
Who wants to explore and dare to see, a secret nature has restore?
Here and there, leaves of green and others grow and bloom;
Much of it have been torn or blown, in a time of scorn.
I see smokes rising from thin airs and makes smokes of white clouds and wisps;
A fog filled in a forest long dead, I cannot spectate and wonder why we abuse it and ****
Is man mad enough to **** its bearer who made him and others around him, out of his will?
Forget what I say, I dare say and declare, I care for Mother Nature;
Let us unite and be a great model, a great example, put our hope in us all, and be pure.
Leaves of gold and brown, crunchy to stomp and the air is filled with mists and wisps;
In this stage I feel like a butterfly, transforming into something august.
Here I am, here I stand and see, what wonders surrounds,
I dare to peer and see what veils nature be…
All I can see is leaves and trees hard as stones, a sunlight trespassing in;
Oh, I wonder what lurks there, far away and far beyond my eyes can see.
I see waterfalls and lakes washing in and out, without a doubt, I dared myself to rest.
In such ease, I fulfill my quest to see nature, and here I am, after her to observe;
My ears ring and winds whisper and sing of beauty from within,
I rest for a while and quenched my thirst;
Across afar laid of tall woods veiled in mist…
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 2:11 AM UTC
Spring is a season of bloom, to heal what remains of a doom;
Autumn is a change to recreate and be reborn,
Winter gives us coldness and merciless gloom,
Fall spares us and brings us changes within our miseries and isolation.
A wind of change stirs, gather up some log and woods, we must store,
There’ll be a great wind of storms swallowing human beings whole!
Ablaze our hearth alive so we can live, tonight we dine and wait for it to die!
Animals a few hibernate, some store foods and curl deep in ground under a tree,
Others live and have their fats prepared; survival is in the game of nature.
A field of white emerges after a merciless storm, thrusting like a needle, more than a thorn;
From there, a snowflake will land and fall, spreading sheets of white afield around,
A few animals or more will emerge from shelters to hunt and roam;
Then, they’ll spot a few to prey and maul alive and dine until their appetites fulfilled, satisfied.
Flowers and plants bloom,
There I sit and see; how wonderful nature is.
I think and think on why it is beautiful as it is and adore;
Who wants to explore and dare to see, a secret nature has restore?
Here and there, leaves of green and others grow and bloom;
Much of it have been torn or blown, in a time of scorn.
I see smokes rising from thin airs and makes smokes of white clouds and wisps;
A fog filled in a forest long dead, I cannot spectate and wonder why we abuse it and ****
Is man mad enough to **** its bearer who made him and others around him, out of his will?
Forget what I say, I dare say and declare, I care for Mother Nature;
Let us unite and be a great model, a great example, put our hope in us all, and be pure.
Leaves of gold and brown, crunchy to stomp and the air is filled with mists and wisps;
In this stage I feel like a butterfly, transforming into something august.
Here I am, here I stand and see, what wonders surrounds,
I dare to peer and see what veils nature be…
All I can see is leaves and trees hard as stones, a sunlight trespassing in;
Oh, I wonder what lurks there, far away and far beyond my eyes can see.
I see waterfalls and lakes washing in and out, without a doubt, I dared myself to rest.
In such ease, I fulfill my quest to see nature, and here I am, after her to observe;
My ears ring and winds whisper and sing of beauty from within,
I rest for a while and quenched my thirst;
Across afar laid of tall woods veiled in mist…
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