Nature Through Mortal Eyes

Briskly blows the wind through the summery landscape,      collecting the withered leaves, prey to abounding Nature. Continually comes the new dawn, the fiery sign of a birthing sun,      the inescapable and mighty herald of an agèd Nature. Thus is Nature, ever abounding and ever aging. The towering treetops, the blanketing grass, the myriad blossoms:      prevalent and ubiquitous as sunlight and the azure sky. The vast, rolling meadows, as far as any brave eye dare ever behold,      bearing an endless sea of unfettered, teeming life.

And all this forever—and forever, ever more.