I stand on a hill to examine the beauty of nature that lies before me,
I see the grasses as they bend and sway to the movement of the cool breeze.
I watched as a butterfly danced in the air as if it knew it was forever free,
As a gush of cold air brushed past my hair and my skin felt like it was ready to freeze.
I inhale deeply as I see the red sun in it's magnificent beauty slowly rises in the east,
As it showed the ecstasy of the purple hibiscus In it's glory and it's prime.
I could hear the chirps of birds in tree tops almost in sync with the rhythm of the snore of a wild beast,
Then I figured out that the wondrous sight and feel of nature all fall in line with time.
Those who do not appreciate nature probably do not understand the beauty of what lies before their eyes,
Are probably lost in another dimension of melancholic state where beauty seems void,
Lost in a world of sadness where beauty has been ignored and everything before them are nothing but lies.
A smile quickly crawled to my cheeks as I take one last look and I know my love for nature can never be soiled.
