Rainbows brush cornfields in a delicate mist.
I marvel at the beauty of sights such as this.
The scurry of a doormouse, the crawl of an ant,
We must save such treasures before time comes we can't.

Rain clouds in blue skies like cotton wool bliss,
These are some things that will all go amiss.
Branches bow low to the mighty wind,
All of our damage we must now rescind.

As...