Nature poem

Fortunate and free,

animals lay enervated in the debris,

up trees, down slopes,

across the murky liquid they lope,

leaves placed on the precipitous steps

while the animals lurk in the deep dark depths

rocks masked with grimy moss,

the eroding ground embossed with a cross,

the dismal liquid glossy in the sun,

from all this dirt and muck the animals have started to shun,

cracks crevices,

no mire can get in their premises,

rust, dust and disgust,

noses filled with fust.