Nature doesn’t know your name,
She doesn’t care about your game,
You’re at the mercy of her rules,
She will not entertain such fools,
Who do believe they are to please,
Her ways will bring you to your knees,
So pay attention to her call,
Or crash head first into a fall.
Nature doesn’t really care,
About your struggles with life’s fare,
She’s here because her comfort lies,
In ruling underneath the skies,
Which open when she makes it so,
A flood or drought, it’s all a show,
Of power over human kind,
Who strip the land with never mind.
Nature doesn’t stop for you,
Or anyone that wanders through,
Her process is not ruled by time,
She just creates as poet’s rhyme,
Forever changing every day,
She always has the final say,
It’s life and death before your eyes,
And beauty spread across her skies.
Nature doesn’t ask for wealth,
Her opulence is joy and health,
A richness money cannot buy,
Where fortune favours those who fly,
Escaping into wonderland,
No rabbit hole just peace at hand,
Her healing permeates the soul,
And fills inside that empty hole.
No nature doesn’t know your name,
Nor does she care about your game,
But she will greet you in her arms,
And soothe the pain of life’s alarms,
So journey forth with no pretence,
There’s no more room upon that fence,
Make haste to let your spirit roam,
And let adventure be your home.
© The Complicated Bunny – 24 Jun 2022