Absoluteness is in the wood

expiring from life is never understood

seemingly there are the creatures

that adapt

so can humanity do this in fact

to spare a life is not natures way

this place is bold

yet matter of fact

can some of man behold of her knack

if this were to be

should civility lack

to compose of music to ones ear

sounds of nature has mystic ear

the cellist plays low in base

just as nature sees her grace

we feed upon her ripened fruit

yet we scorn of our mother’s roots

fade away as the sun be set

live alone with all regret

that there was something

in the message she had sent

from the lady of life

we must not forget

give a call to natures wild

and live in peace like the naked child

time has spoken through her eyes

listen ye all of broken hearts.