Of Nature I Would Write

Were i born a poet of Nature i would write
A poem for others to read and enjoy and recite
I would write of the blackbird in spring with the bright orange bill
That sings on the leafy tree by the rippling rill
That flows to the river destined for the sea
The wonders of Nature amazing to me
Though my worth as a rhymer i've reason to doubt
In Nature there's always things to write about
She filled me with wonder when i was a boy
And learning of her ways i still do enjoy
My wonderment of her only seems to grow
But the more i learn of her the less about her i know i do know
For creativity none with her can hope to compare
She's the only immortal of which i am aware.