The Ways of Nature

The trees were so mellow,
As I went on my way.
“Listen to my rhythm”,
The wind would almost say.

If I were years older,
With knowledge, galore.
I would leave home,
To find and explore.

Nature is so lovely,
I admire the trees.
With the wind on my back,
I’d sail the seven seas.

In winter its dead,
In spring it will bloom.
Summers boiling hot,
And the fall is all gloom.

May we prevail hardships,
When climbing the tallest mount.
To defy the seven wonders,
Swimming in Niagara fount.

I wish to proclaim,
To nature and my Lord.
Thank him for the beauty,
For it, is my reward.