Nature

The breeze whispers in my ear

A silent tale that none can hear

And the sun reclining in the sky

Watches different passers-by

Dried up leaves upon the floor

Are trampled loudly, nothing more

While water streams by a fallen log

The brush is dense and thick like fog

Let all who come here stop and behold

The one called Nature, Her glory foretold

And look ahead at no other reason

For the days and for the seasons

Just open your eyes so you can see

Her power, Her presence, and Her beauty

-1:01 a.m. 9/3/07

-Revised 9:21 p.m. 9/9/07