Nature Overlooked

Every day’s a miracle,

Which few will ever see.

For in the rush of day to day

 We miss it utterly.

Do we ever pause to watch

The sun rising ‘bove the trees?

Or cherish the flowers

Playing host to busy bees?

Or are we so caught up

Encumbered by our plans,

To cherish the perfection

Of things untouched by man?

Nature takes a backseat,

Though its charge is free

For busy schedules, which confuse

Our priorities entirely.

What a tragic irony!

We miss the best of life;

In our haste to live,

Our pursuits become the knife.


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