oKurosaki

I'm quite sure, Should you look upon a tree you'll see all its roots, Withered, For like many things in this world, the beauty is fading. However, if I look upon such a countenance, I begin to see beyond the simplicities of age, That and this which causes things Beyond what art can capture. Creatures cannot represent nature, For though we be beings of all things, Different life durations cause variation, In thought and time. For like my fingers, Though they may write, paint, create, I could never make a tree, And say I was the one who made it grow, and die.

Flower blooms under a rising sun, Pond shines with a moistness just about come. Trees blossom into a work of art, The grass sways with a beat like my own heart. I could stay forever in such a place, Where petals dance with poise and grace. Nature will never be outdone, Where i'd fall asleep under a setting sun.