Nature’s Inner Core

Streaks of sky set high above, bold in subtle light, 
Leaves of Autumn’s final call turned grey and fading white. 
Withering trunks of deepest oak, wings that dain to soar,
Through oceans vast and distant, lies nature’s inner core. 

Across a wheel of tender sky, sings a world so keen and vast,
A veil of drifting rays, clouds strung on sunkissed glass. 
In Winter’s grasp of frosted dew, the tide claims half the shore,
Amidst a climb of mountain peaks lies nature’s inner core. 

All is sweet and lost in time, a coat of dried up tears, 
The petals sweep, a blooming red, the removal of all fears.
The wind dives across a blissful valley, gently knocking on Spring’s door,
Among all things verdant, the voice of life, lies nature's inner core.

When Summer bleaches a sun of light, and the ocean drowns in blue,
The crystal peeks of zestful olive display a stunning view.
The sand stings deep, a lively coast, an enchanting, golden floor, 
Below a bowl of burnt horizon lies nature’s inner core.

Yet every day we take and take, stealing the blood of nature’s core,
Hiding from the bitter truth; we cannot do this anymore.