They don't appreciate it,
Do they?
Shades of green ever unfolding;
And multiplying beneath the feet
Of whatever footprint seems lurking.
They don't appreciate it,
Do they?
The clever sounds of mighty wind;
And the blissful vibration of
Silent meditation.
They don't appreciate it,
Do they?
The vast colorful hues.
When the sky changes it's color
Between red, orange, and blue.

They don't appreciate it, do they?
The very essence of being.
It's a prophecy of nature,
It is the way of living.

© daniellemilicaj