Seasons come and go
unordered chaos breaking in
confusing e'en the best of ordered plans;
as nature, in her majesty, amends
the sadly worn out travesty of men.
She never really wept the
way they do.
Instead of giving up, she follows through.
Her wisdom is the vast unending ocean.
Her light a gentle glow of healing,
endowing every feel of life with meaning.
She is the eons lived within
She sees where manmade views have all gone blind.
Anciently, tomorrow comes to birth itself in her.
Seasons come and go and come again.
Nations rise and fall within her mien.
Unordered chaos given birth
into the beauty of the earth.
She is, and thus she lends us majesty.
She loves - oh, feel the stirring of the breeze.
Creation is her ever industry.
She whispers an infinity of trees.
Flowers bloom in honor of her worth.
Circular, this spiraling can be spectacular.
Love - the endless seasons of the earth...
? Michaelette ?
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