Nature's Flower

Nature’s flower, its petal’s pastel smooth like skin,
It flutters about, dancing in the wind,

Standing tall under the canopy of the brown pine tree,
But as the buildings go up and the trees go down
Nature’s flower searches for the shade of the last standing tree,
although the tree is taken, never to be found

Day after day, year after year
nature continues to die like an extinguishing flame,
The bark of the brown pine trees
no longer shelters natures flower

And when Autumn arrives, there are no leaves to fall
The only thing left,
standing in what once was a forest of brown pine trees
is nature’s flower, drooping under the Autumn sun.
Withering away, it is left to die
Soon following nature’s trudge