As I contemplate the Beauty of Nature
I find Reserves of Strength that will endure
As long as Life lasts...
There is something infinitely healing
In the repeated refrain of Nature-
The Assurance that Dawn comes after Night; And Spring after Winter.
Where Flowers bloom,
So does Hope.

In Nature, nothing is Perfect;
Yet so Perfect.
Trees can be Contorted, bent in weird ways
And they are still Beautiful.
In a World of constant change and Streaming Technology;
Nature does not Hurry,
Yet everything is Accomplished.

Nature is the Art in itself.
Every Species is a Masterpiece,
Exquisitely adapted to a particular Environment, in which it has Survived.
Who are We to Destroy or even diminish Biodiversity.
It's the air We breathe and the Atmosphere
That makes Earth livable-
And it's under Threat...