Nature My Friend Poem by Tony Giannotti

I gaze at the beauty and calm of the lake,
For my eyes do not fail me and not a mistake.
I glance one more time and then again,
No doubt in my mind, this is Nature My Friend.

I sit by myself and look at the trees;
They talk to me, with their motion
and breeze.
Constant with their branches as they sway in the wind,
Like God's hands guiding me away from sin.

Nature is pure and good the way God made it,
Which Man corrupted into the darkest of pit;
We need to conserve and keep this land clean,
I want to see the streams and creeks that flow into the ravine.

I look outside my window and see the blooming flowers,
I can sit and see their growth for
many, many hours.
They remind me of life and the stages that come with it,
Which can be blind and camouflaged in a dense thicket.

I walk through the woods and hear the birds singing,
I look upon the trails and the journey they are bringing.
God please don't let this be the end,
For Nature is my one, my one only Friend.