The Story Of Nature

The dawn was breaking,

Filling the sky with those very special colours,

That only the first fingers of light can bring.

The birds chirped,

The sun was bloody red filling the crest,

With a gleam full of power and it was life giving too.

It made the valley blossom with a bed of balsam,

Banks of sweet-scented herbs filling,

The aura with a magical spell.

Along the rift do flow a brook, filling itself with every kind of fish,

It cuts through a thousand or even lake of towns making,

Them fruitful and making the anthropoids happy.

The forest had its king in rest,

Young deer graze with a fear of his,

Awake from the long nap.

Slowly the red bloody dot roamed,

The airspace from east to west,

It completed a whole semicircle giving us a pleasant day.

It was tired and went to rest in the depths of the ancient seas,

Giving the moon its shine which glowed,

Like a lamp in intense darkness.

The wolves howled, crows crocked, horses neighed.

The day was over now,

A dread night was started - this is the rule of nature,

What can mere humans do to its beauty.