Leaves, leaves on maple trees,
They whisper softly and sing,
In boughs above gilded eaves,

Petals, petals on fragile flowers,
They sway in quiet hours,
Above lady bugs like dancing towers,

Seeds, seeds in the earth,
They travel deep to give birth,
And flourish above the fresh dirt,

Wind, wind amongst sunshine,
Blows through mountains to speak rhymes,
And tells stories of nature’s time,

The peat smells sweet,
Where traveling feet meet,
Kissing the ground the way lover’s greet,

On mossy rocks the river fled,
Where swallows rest sleepy heads,
And small animals make their sheltering beds,

Where’s spring’s new hope grows,
As it thrusts through the snow,
In a world we forgot to know,

And we encroach upon them
And we dare to claim them
Gifts taken and squandered
While the deer nearby ponders
He, perhaps, smarter than we,
For the fawn clearly sees,
We’ve lost touch with reality,
By being self-centered in our society,

As nature becomes our retreat,
For a short time then we leave,
Behind our ashes like dust,
Making love to her only in lust,
When one day we will be in need,
After we fail from our greed,
And find she’s no longer there,
For we will have raped her bare,

Stripped her of her beauty,
Her bounty and her duty,
She will no longer be able to give,
Us the proper sustenance to live,

Leaves, leaves in the rain,
Like snowflakes fall away,
And glisten dewy in the day,

May it not be too late,
For us to compensate,
All the blessings we were gave,
Let us not send Mother Nature to an early grave,
But respect the land,
Given to us by God’s own hands,
Love her like we should do,
For the purpose He intends us to.