Nature of Nature's

The fading light of setting sun 

Sinks slowly into purple seas

It's rays suffused between the shrouds

Of gold and bitter orange clouds,

The outlined sillouetted trees,

And Venus on the edge of night

Beguiling all with silver light. 

The mountain peaks bedecked in snow,

Their fir trees droop with loaded bough,

The frozen brook all cloaked in mist

Awaits the springtime's gentle kiss.

A snow fox passes softly now.

Yet buried deep and slumbering,

The seeds and bulbs of nascent spring.

Beneath the rainforest canopy

Bejeweled with the fallen drops,

The orchids riot in their hues

Of yellow, orange, reds and blues,

The mating chorus never stops

A panoply in shades of green,

A thousand creatures heard, unseen.

As children we all understood

That nature should be held in awe,

We laid and stared at clouds and skies,

We celebrated butterflies

And so respected nature's law.

Why is it we cannot see how

The Earth needs us to do that now?