ByTheBrook

As I lay by the brook,
I can't help but admire
The simplicity of Life,
of beauty in solace.
Powerful, Her beauty
— passionate Love
and burning Fire
She holds in her loving arms
the entire human race.

As I lay by the brook,
I can't help but smile
At the little things
— flowers and dew drops.
In her arms,
everything that glitters is gold,
everything is worthwhile,
For she is the Almighty,
the insects whisper
— as I listen,
as I eavesdrop.

As I lay by the brook,
I can't help but glance
At the forests and glaciers alike,
home to mankind
As stars glimmer,
she shall spectacularly dance,
Holding us in her arms,
Mother Nature
— so very kind.

As I lay by the brook,
I can't help but be saddened.
Nature as beautiful,
as serene be hurt
by our greedy presence,
By our unjust actions,
lust for power,
our hearts hardened,
Hurting our Mother,
the very essence of our existence.