I was reading through some of Robert Frost's poetry and some of the imagery that I thought of was quite amazing so I thought I would write a poem about nature as a whole..
Nature is a funny thing,
for some time it can die,
and just pop back in spring,
but every year was must say bye,
the cycle carries on going,
it will never stop,
the trees will never stop growing,
well.. until they get chopped.
The sun is always moving round,
but it never changes pace,
each season can always be found,
different year, same time, same place,
in my mind seasons create an oasis,
a place you can bathe alone,
a place known only as bliss.