Wind whistles past ears, but no one stops to hear.

Trees dance, but no one stops to see.

Flowers keep their softness for touch, but hands never come.

Waves of the ocean crash and beat the sand rocks to shine,

And mountain ridges kiss the skies,

As grass coats the outside floor with lively green.



So poetic how nature moves, combines, and mixes.

All at once so many tasks at hand, but yet all is accomplished.

Everything functions so beautifully, so perfectly.



So much goes unnoticed.

The trees dance with no stage, but no one goes to see.

So they die lonely. Wishing something besides the birds would care for their beauty.

Flowers wilt, for sugar doesn't keep life sweet like love can.

Wind keeps in his anger, until nothing more he can take and hurricanes until his anger is relieved.



Wind whistles,

While trees die,

Time flies,

As flowers cry.