My Dear Nature

If I worship you, I will go to Hell.
I will put on my neck a heavy bell.
If I leave you, I will feel guilty.
I will be without a loyalty.
Neither my pen can absolutely describe
Nor my eyes can to the task subscribe.
Are you a green field?
Are you a fighter's shield?
Are you the brightest night's star?
I don't think you really are.
Are you the moon? Or Are you the sun?
Are you a father? Or are you a son?
I have forgotten to ask my heart;
He provides a pure definition for art.
My heart has got, but he can't speak.
Because of emotions his mouth is sick.
Let't my dear nature walk hand by hand.
Your being doesn't matter and if it were sand.

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