Loving Nature

The singing of birds, the buzzing of bees,
All make me so happy.
The vast trees that loom above us,
Hold secrets and ancient stories.
The radiant flowers blossom below us,
Opening their wings to a life of pleasure.
These pretty things cannot last,
For the human race could make it disappear fast,
The once blossoming flowers wither away,
Shrinking into their shell, there to stay,
The rough trees that once held our secrets,
Disappear into a distant memory,
These pretty things will not last,
If we do not all play our important parts.
Remember nature doesn’t need us alive,
But we need her for us to thrive.