Return To Nature

Suppose I am one who has a big ego I did have big plans once I do recall
But egos are a thing that inspire in us the need for success and are part of human nature after all
And now that my ego is a bit deflated and others I don't feel need to impress
Something perhaps that came with the realization that my life has never been a success.

Still I am one who finds solace in Nature and nature the only god of which I know
I've always marvelled at her strength and beauty and still my admiration for her only grow
I had a church god when I was years younger but I gave my unseen church god away
And I returned again to Mother Nature and in her bosom I will rest one day.

The free born birds that sing in nature's garden each species is distinctive by their song
And the fox that hunts for rabbits in the paddocks these creatures all to Nature's world belong
And the wedge tailed eagle soaring in the calm sky a very large and fearless bird of prey
Too is a part of Mother Nature's world and in nature's bosom this bird's bones too will lay.

The swallows fly to warm climes in winter and return home to greet the warmth of spring
And chase insects o'er the valley where they first saw daylight and as they fly one hear them chirp and sing
How they can find their way to a far country in late fall and in the spring find their way home again
Is something for which scientists can offer theories yet somehow seems beyond them to explain.

The world is quieter in Mother Nature's world for man made noise to nature doesn't belong
On sunlit tree beside the rippling waters the thrush in spring is singing all day long
And nature she presides over all of her seasons and she has seen so many seasons come and go
Her flowers of spring and summer and her brown leaves of autumn and her hills of winter wear white hats of snow.

I do not worship false gods any longer and I returned to Nature years ago
And though Mother Nature has so much to teach us so little about her I seem to know
Yet I feel happy to walk in her garden and along the bank of her quiet water way
'Twas an act of Nature brought me to this world and I'll return to her bosom one day.