Colin F. Jones

NATURE

Some have passion with the land they share,
With other beasts and objects less refined,
They know the burdens that a soul must bare;
Thus to survive they leave their seed behind.
All things decay or rot; enrich the earth,
Each tiny insect has no lesser role,
Than man who leads the way with equal worth,
For each and every one make up the whole.
Some kill all that they fear and misunderstand,
That some who are their friends become their foe,
That which cannot be tamed by terse command,
Is frowned upon, or smitten with a blow.
Yet still harsh nature rules with earnest hand,
That only those who know her understand.