My Beautiful Untouched World

The day the humans scattered the earth,

The misty grasslands danced and twirled,

Where the grass meets the soil, the ferns uncurled,

In my beautiful untouched world.

And as the water lilies blushed,

And the deep wind hushed,

Came the perfect time of day,

When the sun dies down  into a blur of flushed blue,

At last, the little things can play.

The enlightening clouds shadow amongst the things underneath,

Tiny ants and insects trail amongst one another,

As they nest away from the sun they feast right beneath,

But as a raindrop hits the lake the little things scatter away,

And soon the night will fade into day.

Although the night seems like a fright,

The curious little critters are too afraid to bite,

And while the flowers in their flower beds doze off to sleep ,

I slowly start to fall asleep, counting my own sheep,

My beautiful untouched world.