Lynne FincherSpringarden

Nature doesn't care what a mess
We have made of our lives

She continues creating just to survive
And nurtures the earth in order to thrive

The blossoms that bloom without
Fail every spring

Serve as examples
In the joy that they bring

And never she fails
In each passing season

It is nature we count on
To restore sanity and reason

When the world has gone mad
With its plastic mentality

You can turn your soul to nature
And drink in the reality

Of who we are though we might have forgotten
With all of the destruction mankind has begotten

As I examine the perfect bud of spring
I forget all the sadness that this life can bring

With Mother Natures blessings ever near and dear
There is hope for the future so bright and so clear