Poetic Verses
Nature
Man does not seem to understand
That by creating him it was God's plan
For him to derive great pleasure
From taking care as well as enjoying nature.
However he deviated from that route
Spend long productive hours on the couch
Letting greed and that changing technology
Make him grow unhealthy and very lazy.
Blessed with a more developed brain
Tend on most occasions to grumble and complain
Whilst those of lesser use instincts and that gift
Inherent in them called thrift.
Remove those limiting barriers of mind blocking fences
Crawl out from those abyssal trenches and use those senses
Come enjoy the pulsating aroma of a rose
As it fragrance titillate and permeate the nose.
Feel the gentle hands of the touch of the wind
As it tap against the skin
Or take a long and relaxing walk on that beaten track
Feeling the golden rays of the morning sun on the back.
Look around, at the mountains and the afar horizon as they fill your eyes
Such wondrous beauty as you gaze at the cloud decorating the blue skies
Isn't this oh so rewarding, appealing and ecstatically more relaxing
Than sitting around doodling, drooling, and doing absolutely nothing.
Admire the butterflies beautiful, elegant and so colorful
And the bees and bird flitting around so wonderful
Being attracted by the color and aroma of the flowers
Over which the hover and later for nectar bower.
Take not of the little ant
Whose like you in difficulties do not rave and rant
But together united the mountain steep
Is quickly downgraded to a mold heap.
It is amazing how creatures so tiny and yet so efficiently
Can use and economize resources so effectively
Whilst man in his greed for more development
Can harm and blatantly destroy his own environment.
That by creating him it was God's plan
For him to derive great pleasure
From taking care as well as enjoying nature.
However he deviated from that route
Spend long productive hours on the couch
Letting greed and that changing technology
Make him grow unhealthy and very lazy.
Blessed with a more developed brain
Tend on most occasions to grumble and complain
Whilst those of lesser use instincts and that gift
Inherent in them called thrift.
Remove those limiting barriers of mind blocking fences
Crawl out from those abyssal trenches and use those senses
Come enjoy the pulsating aroma of a rose
As it fragrance titillate and permeate the nose.
Feel the gentle hands of the touch of the wind
As it tap against the skin
Or take a long and relaxing walk on that beaten track
Feeling the golden rays of the morning sun on the back.
Look around, at the mountains and the afar horizon as they fill your eyes
Such wondrous beauty as you gaze at the cloud decorating the blue skies
Isn't this oh so rewarding, appealing and ecstatically more relaxing
Than sitting around doodling, drooling, and doing absolutely nothing.
Admire the butterflies beautiful, elegant and so colorful
And the bees and bird flitting around so wonderful
Being attracted by the color and aroma of the flowers
Over which the hover and later for nectar bower.
Take not of the little ant
Whose like you in difficulties do not rave and rant
But together united the mountain steep
Is quickly downgraded to a mold heap.
It is amazing how creatures so tiny and yet so efficiently
Can use and economize resources so effectively
Whilst man in his greed for more development
Can harm and blatantly destroy his own environment.
