Nature's heart

Beats an unseen rhythm

Cycles can be measured

In wonderous awe

And horrified dismay

She doesn't see death as trauma

Merely a step in the renewal of life

For without the balance of aging

The cycle stops.

We but a beat in the rhythm she

Demands to keep harmony singing on

Grateful to experience

Her generous bounty

We are her audience

Oft ignorant of her pain

Her temper is instant

We feel it now

Will you and I

Mend our ways?