Beauty in Nature

Our earth, how it cry

tears wit rain drops.

Drip, drip, down it pours.

Our earth, drenched to

quench its thirst.

Crying liquid of necessity.

A broken tree branch  

caused the pain.

Death becomes of its name.

Flowers set in rows, waiting

on its tippy toes.

For our sun to expose. Beauty

from the sky. Raining down

nutrients dry.

Oh, such warmth with comfort 

to sooth new growth.

Tree hunters axe away.

A seed is needed in replace.

Feed it. It'll grow, needed water

or snow.  Keep it moist &

patience through the years.

Crowded weeds fight'n to

breathe underground roots, 

spread'n around & loose.  Choking,

hugging its kin and friends.

Another species we dare to eat.

Tender young mushrooms at

your feet.

They maybe poison to 

consume.