Tires squealing in the distance,
Their echoes finding my ears.
Birds chirping--
Singing to each other to
Praise the day they’ve
Been given.

Being in such a confined place
Lets voices echo off the buildings,
Making any close voice sound
Distant.
The softest breeze
Plays with your hair,
Lightly pushing it away,
As if it enlightened your
Features.
Showing the world
What you really are.

Lying there,
You begin not to notice
Just how much the dying
Grass makes you itchy.
All you can think about,
Is the beauty that surrounds you.
God’s permanent gift to all his children.

Though there are more
Browns than greens, more rough than
Soft--what’s left of the color
Brings out the true beauty,
Still keeping your heart intrigued.
What more could you possibly want?
What other beauty is there that attracts you so?
What stronger feeling of love could there be
Than that of pure enjoyment
From your surroundings?

You sit and think
Of what could ever be better
Than nature’s touch to your heart.
But you come up empty--
For there simply is nothing better
Than what is there all around you.
You begin to think about God
Wondering why we should deserve to live
In such an idealistic beauty?
How we could continue
Breaking apart everything that makes it
So beautiful?

Why should we deserve something so
Beautiful that we’re only going to destroy?
Doesn’t it break God’s heart to see
What we’re doing to his masterpiece?
What we continue to do?

Is there a way we all can find
A true love for nature?
To feel the peace it so freely offers us?
Why use hostile ways
Against something so giving?
Against something that truly
Expects nothing from us
But the care and love it deserves?

Is there no other way
Than our own?