Nature is part of us and we are part of Nature

Planting seeds,

Trees growing over time,

Fresh fruit emerging from the trees,

Clovers flooding the ground,

Swoosh, rustle, rustle,

The rhythm begins,

A girl as young and innocent as time,

Tapping her feet to the rhythm,

Twirling around the tallest trees,

Singing a rhythm in her head,

“I’m dancing in nature, I’m dancing in nature,”

Her friends appear out of thin air,

Kids eat fruit till they’re bursting,

A four-leaf clover hidden out of sight,

Only for the eyes of her to find,

Her soft hands picking out of the ground,

Smiling with joy silently placing it in her pocket,

Knowing nature is by her side throughout life,

Laying in soft beds of clover,

Drifting away to a place no-one knows,

A place far away where no-one can be heard.