What's with Nature

Nature knows more pang than many feels and wails for

I'll love to wake
Amidst succulent lillies
And below the joy of Barbados
On shore of the huge Niger
Where lullaby sings goldfish.

I'll love to wake
On a birch indecisive branch
Or where my worries fade?
Floating me high over the noir
Where young I remain with grey.

I'll love to wake
Beside the Eucalyptus' foot
On mushroom sleepless bed
Above marching little Soldiers
Or where can nature say agony?

I'll love to roam the field
Amidst tortured dead maize
Where no more dancing wind's song
And many wail for lad deaths
Tell me, he who die than they do?

I'll love to surf my black spec
Amidst the sweet ugly fate of green
Flourishing with bitter liquor
with scalding wine but vomiting ice
Or who lives after their death please tell.

I'll love to chair my spine
When all black gathers grey spec
And sing the misery in black and white
To all who felt no peace but pangs
The green I think has some word for all.

Author's Note

How do you see this? I actually don't care if no one comments on my work. It's mine and also mine.