It’s a well-known thing That I worship Mother Nature Like many more. For her works adorn the sweeping panorama Of our world.
From the mountain tops To unfathomable ocean floors, Lush rain forests To polar ice caps And boiling hot geysers Her empire almost has no bounds.
Yet our planet is but a blue speck On an endless beach That spans the universe And maybe multiverse.
For Mother Nature began her work Long before our “Earth” was born. She began from Nothing: Some “Singularity” expanding To form our Universe. Clusters of galaxies were formed, Swathed in clouds of dust and gas Nebulae nurseries, birthing stars. Light stars lived and died To reform as heavy stars With planets and moons.
So now we have a realm of worlds, Nestled in the Goldilocks Zones of their suns Teeming with water And possibly Life.
The formula is everywhere: Worlds, water, warmth, minerals Carbon, Oxygen perhaps With other well known building blocks of life. Of life almost inevitable.
So we see That the realm of Mother Nature May well be infinite And eternal. We must help her as best we can, Guarding our own health first of all Then always seeking To make her garden grow.