Of Nature I always feel inspired to write
Of wild and timid creatures and creatures that bite
And in Nature there's many a beautiful sight
Like butterflies flying in the warm sunlight.
So much about Nature there is to admire
And of singing her praises could one ever tire
The one true immortal she never will die
Immortality for human-kind based on a lie.
Her Seasons the Summer, Fall, Winter and Spring
Inspire the poets of her wonders to sing
Her beauty we don't have to pay for to see
Those who don't love her do suffer of soul poverty.
Her beauty should not be to buy or to sell
She is our Earth Mother and she serves us well
When we cease to live as we must do one day
In her cool earthy bosom our remains will lay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem