I love nature,
She treats me well.
So I'm forever under her spell.
Drunk of perfumed flowers sweet.
High, from her bright solar heat. โ
I trod through bushes,
That brush my knees.
And watch the birds fly through the trees.
The ocean breeze it fills my chest,
Off the bobbing sea that never rests. ๐
Wild flowers are better than a dozen roses,
Or shiny rocks that the earth exposes.
Because these flowers feed the bees.
That pollinate our fruiting trees.๐
You call it "bush" and chop it down,
When the flood waters come we'll surely drown.
Because you don't speak nature talk,
She'll toss you from the ground you walk. ๐
But she is kind and she is true,
Even when she's feeling blue.
I stare at the clouds and get lost in the sky.
While on a bed of leaves I lie. ๐ธ๐ฟ
-Mickolas