Watch closely as the ferns unfurl their fronds slowly
Twilight's veil slowly puts the busy day to its rest
Her sanctuaries are hidden throughout nature's solitude
Remarkable places in which to feed ones hungry soul
Step lightly upon an abundant of carpeted spongy moss
Nature's perfect carpet, plush and rich is its comfort
Protecting life anew under a blanket of what was once
Also from the everyday harsh and cruel struggling efforts
To lie upon nature's plush carpet, is to feel her stillness
With each step, inhale to know all of Mother's fragrances
Know the sounds and the placement in her caresses
Being blessed with her knowledge, her wise references
Nature's garden is full of life, yet she cradles the dead
Mother gives birth anew, her life eternally abounds
All beginnings dictate the cycle of life and its death
What lived in beauty, withers, no longer to be found
Mother holds no secrets to reveal, we live and we die
We are fed from the riches of her ever renewing soul
Throughout our life, hopefully we'll retain her knowledge
We're slated to follow our own destiny, it's nature's tole
Her gift is wisdom, forevermore in life and to our death
Earth's riches are fueled from the decay left behind us
Our very existence is from the result of that recycling
Be mindful of her "Conveyor Belt", it's a gift in wisdom!