Like Billions Of Amateur Writers Poem by Francis Duggan

Like Billions of amateur writers I pen more stuff every day
And of life as well as Nature always something for to say
The book of life the book of knowledge is surely not a lie
And we never do stop learning until the day we die
Nature's wonders are many though her secrets are not few
And in our every walk of her we learn something new
And life is part of Nature the Seasons come and go
The dormant grass of Winter in Spring begins to grow
When writers talk of writers block their sincerity I doubt
How can there even be such a thing when there's so much to write about
We should never grow tired of learning we only grow old and gray
Is Life part of Nature or is it the other way
Or are they creator sisters who happen to be one?
They are far greater than humankind when all is said and done.