FOR THE LOVE OF NATURE

Within the simple designs of nature's complexity, things of beauty
can be found.
Like the way the earth's offspring finds harmony in its demise.

Like the way tall grass gives way to the wind.
Like the way a gentle breeze carries the weary leaf.
Like the way the leaf settles upon tired grass.

And they fade,
In unity,
No less impressive (to the observant)
Than the loud hues of Fall.

Then, in one last display of wonder,
Adorned in fine frosted dress
And with living fire gone,
Winter freezes their awe.

As do I,

For the love of nature.
 

~Willard Morash~