Nature as we see it Maybe the sky isn't blue, it is white Maybe the stars aren't twinkling, but confused Maybe the sun isn't shinning, but cursing Maybe the moon doesn't light up, but filled with darkness Nature as we described it might not fit Nature in it self can't be defined
This poem spur from people's believe that God is nature and anything from God can't be faulty. So we tend to describes this natural things based on our beliefs. Refusing to see its other end, in which beauty is based on it diversity