Protect its purpose

The sound of water splashing from streams against the rocks,

The drops of rain falling one by one onto the moist ground,

The sweet song sung by the birds never stops,

The leaves hit by the droplets causing them to drown,

We must protect this sound.

The smell of fresh oak wood surrounds the forest,

The sweet scent of lavender lilies,

The aroma of damp moss and wet mud,

A smell that’s so easily recognised and brings comfort,

We must protect this homely scent.

The soft touch of mint leaves brushing against my thumb,

The cold yet comforting breeze brushing past my shoulders,

The icy raindrops falling onto my palm as I hum,

I crave the gentle touch of nature,

We must protect its warm embrace.

The unfiltered beauty of its land and the life that lives within it shocks me,

How could something be so still and simple yet mesmerising?

The sight of morning dew glistening on the leaves,

And the various colours painted onto the sky,

Every sound, every scent, every touch, every sight has a purpose.