Nature- Completely organic, completely,
Her Guardians- Trees
Her Song- Wind
Her Tears- Rain
Her Rage! - Thunder
She is the life- giver, without Her we would be
As I walk over Her grooves, Her crevices, I feel at peace, I feel
If She could walk, next to me, I would feel the life radiating off of Her
The birds, the squirrels, mice, spiders, insects; it makes no matter!
I could look over and see Her shining, feel her steps and hear her whispers
Just as I do now.
She is completely, immeasurably beautiful, no,
Why would man wish to remove Her? To pull Her roots from the ground? To savagely tear off Her limbs, destroy the homes of Her inhabitants?
To kill Her.
She is the beginning and the end
She hears us, listens to our woes and when we overcome Her with our burdens, She
When men tear Her down she rages! She lets loose her almighty thunder! Her Cries rage, Her inhabitants flee!
And then, the calm after the storm, She
Her golden rays stop Her thunder and halt Her cries
And Her inhabitants come out to dance again
If She could walk
Next to me
I would feel Her golden rays, Her melodic song, and I would be
What are the beauties of Nature to me?
They are fulfillment, they are