Morning dew on the ground
Sun rays all around
Majestic forestry
Surrounds my gaze.
Perfection can not be met,
Not in this world at least,
But nature can only be described as much.

Though it isn’t talked about
It is the one thing we miss the most.
Natures resides as a hidden world,
Cast away, considered gross.
Lies plastered around,
Typical of the uneducated
To destroy sacred ground.

Though it's too late to turn back,
It isn’t too late to try.
We only have one planet,
One mother, one earth,
It may make many sigh
But I will not rest until I die

© Joel Francis