O nature, you are
a loyal friend more
true than all the
flighty people I have known,
for you bring sunshine and the rain,
and you are always there
in seasons tragic and winter’s pain.
Across the drifting,
fleeting flow of years,
you sit and wait for life to change,
while all the friends that come and go
are never patient enough to stay.
O nature, I am in
your bounteous bosom held,
and there, while all else fickle dies,
you live and breathe and bring me hope
with each new coming strike of the vivid day.