Help Me Poem by James Williams

Nature, nature
I'm so grateful
For the trees
And it's leaves
That help us to breathe
For the one's in the forest
That helps insure our tomorrow.
Nature, nature
I'm so grateful
For the motion: Of this circle
That continue, without interruption
There must be a divine plan
Wake up, oh sleeping land
Nature, nature
I must not forsaken thee
I know that my existence
Intertwines with thee
This has been my home
Aeon upon Aeon
Don't you see
Now it cries out
Lord, somebody, somebody
Please! Help me.