Nature
Sitting in the field so still
Watching the small whip o will
Flitting , floating in the air
Landing here without a care
Singing out its lilting trill.
The meadow is alive with sound
From the trees, to the ground
Chattering , chirping sounds of life
Lovely, without worldly strife
The wonderful joy of nature abounds
The deer are grazing in the field
To the city they soon will yield
Bustling , busy, creeping forth
Not realizing natures worth
Sadly the worlds fate is sealed
Why, oh why does man invade
The ever beautiful forest glade
Cant we see the life within
Free from the taint of human sin
Look around at the mess we made
As I enjoy evenings lullabye
My heart emits a mourn filled sigh
Knowing that we will destroy
And treat the world like our toy
Into the wind, I say goodbye.
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