Oh!mother nature,thy beauty so soothing,
That even such a weakling;
Whose tastes are so sordid,
Finds you most splendid.
In spring thou are colourful;
And an early morning stroll,
Makes me feel cheerful
And purifies my tainted soul.
Thou have got nothing to prove;
Because when you get into the groove:
Nothing at all can stop you,
From charming all but few.
How can thee be so green,
When folks here are so mean;
And dont bother to understand;
For what good cause you stand.
Alas! It is most unfair;
That we treat you poor
And thy most alluring features,
Are stained, stamped and stabbed.
The Glaciers have all long melted;
And the mountains no longer white capped,
Yet all we do is wait,
Unwilling to take the bait.
Oh! What has come of this world:
The eyes can no longer see,
The ears can no longer hear;
But believe me!!!The end is near.
