The Tears Of Nature

The tears of nature, falling from the sky crashing and splattering onto the forest floor,

More and more tears fall creating a stream,

Slowly from a little trickle it becomes a narrow river,

From that it grows and grows becoming stronger,

The water flows, and ripples and crashes all the way,

Oh, how it looked before the stream is quite the story,

A young forest, not so rich in strong oaks, nor a rippling stream,

Unnoticeable though it was at first, it no longer stayed,

Now there are small creatures with wings flying in and out of sight,

And tall mighty oaks with leaves fluttering in the breeze,

But most importantly it has a stream,

Rippling and flowing, weaving in and out of the trees,

Now if you’d look at the forest you would never imagine what it was at first,

The same old young forest, now with a stream,

Growing in every direction even heading towards the sea,

Rich in herbs and beautiful flowers and vines hanging and growing on every tree,

Oh, how the tears of nature changed this spot, most could only dream.