Fifty five years ago as a young boy
Learning of the ways of wild things i used to enjoy
And though i am older and wrinkled and gray
Nature it still does amaze me today
And whether i am buried or to ash i will burn
Of Nature i am and to her i'll return
The ant and the earthworm no different to me
I too like them born to mortality
Except for Nature time is everyone's foe
The breath of life that does sustain us eventually from us does go
Four score and ten years not long in time
Does not seem that long since you were in your prime
That Nature has many secrets is not a lie
And we do learn from her till the day we do die.
No comments:
Post a Comment