Nature’s Dance

The sounds of the drums they did beat,
As I sat on nature's seat,
I saw the dancers oh so fine,
Moving to ancient steps in line.

Hearing chants of nature's plea,
Like an old friend's asking me to tea ,
Telling me to listen ,
With its sharp tongue that glistened.

It seem to be asking me to assist ,
In protecting its creation of wonder ,
To stop taking so much and giving back more,
As it opened my eyes with its plea .

I made a decision to help and listen,
Composting organics of every kind,
Trying to save nature's creation,
Of plant and animal alike.

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