Nature lives
Shooting through the ground,
Jumping and thriving
Winding around.
Higher and higher
Seeping through
Colours brighter than fire.
Nature is true
Carried by breeze
Floating through the air
Making me sneeze.
Here and there
Shiney stones
Flattened weeds
The wind moans
Whilst blowing the seeds.
Flowers fire
But as much as it tries
Eventually it loses fire
And nature dies