Nature reflects itself within me,

Causing my heart to fill with rain, water, grass, and pollen.

My self grows as does a plant,

Reaching upwards and higher towards the heavens.

I stand tall and firm like an old oak tree,

My branches reaching out and forming the bond we

Share and hold, as dust formed me and thee.

The leaves will die as the seasons befallen.

Up my trunk crawls a wee little ant.

Shelter and love to it I do grant

For it whines from toil and I tire of its rant,

Least this beast gains wings and me it leavens.