Treasure Island

Nyles Peele

(March,6,1993 / Virgenia)

Nature


As red as a leaf in the Autumn breeze,
or as green as the merky waters in a swamp.
Nature has no limit in color.

From as light as the clouds far above the ground,
to as heavy as the concluded coal underneath.
Nature has no shape, weight, or image.

The wood used to keep our houses warm,
the food consumed to keep our bodys going.
Even the bugs outside ultimately just like us.

Nature can be as calming as a humming bird sipping honey,
or as freightning as a tornado, tearing the all in it's path.

Nature is grown,
and nature is destroyed.
Nature is you and I,
and all things on Gods great, green Earth.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Edited: Friday, January 07, 2011

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