Nature

Leaves are small, green and bright,
They turn over time and shrivel out of sight.
They fall, slowly to the ground,
Trying not to make a sound.
I wonder what it would be like to be a tree,
Or a bird, simply flying free.
Or a flower growing big and tall,
Waiting for the rain to fall.
If I could be an insect, I would be a butterfly,
Or a bee, or an ant or even a fly.
Anything to be so close to the earth,
To feel the vibrations, to feel such mirth.
To sit upon a rainbow and watch the world below,
That would definitely be my favourite show.
To swim in puddles and splash around,
Or relax on top of a large warm mound.
To ride on the back of a green frog,
Or lay around like a lazy log.
Life without nature would be bare,
I don’t want to imagine that or even dare.