The Beauty of Nature

The river runs through the valley,
Tripping over rocks here and there,
A deer leaps over it swiftly,
For there emerges a bear!

Disturbed the quiet scenery is not,
By the huge and hulking brute,
Even the little Chickadees,
Continue to play their flutes.

Their song tells of mountains,
And beautiful love once lost,
Of forests blooming and happy times,
And the midwinter’s eve frost.

But oh, now they fly away,
Flitting in and out of the thrushes,
Now the valley is quiet again,
And still the river rushes.

Never ceasing, always flowing,
Down the current to the sea,
Salmon swim towards the mountains,
My heart finally feels free.

Away I am from the struggles of humanity,
From the mindless hurry and hate,
Always my heart will be here,
Away from man’s dark gate.

Upon a hill of deep green grass,
A little hare hides in the weeds,
Curious as he is he will not move,
For fear of hurt and predator’s deeds.

How like the rabbit I am,
Afraid of everything unknown,
While life chases me around and round,
I forget which seeds I have sown.

I wish life was like nature,
Its elegance and beauty all around,
But the struggle of the human race,
Will put me into the hard ground.

I am trying to keep above water,
Trying to fight against the tide,
In the swirling darkness of human lies,
Into nature I confide.