I Am Just Your Average Rhymer

I am just your average rhymer the type of stuff I write don't sell
And if by chance there is a life hereafter I will be in poetaster's hell
And perhaps till the reaper claims me I will be an infidel
Since of a life after death none have come back to tell.

A friend of Mother Nature is all I've ever been
And in her wide green Queendom such beauty I have seen
And though penning verse to Nature is not a waste of time
I hardly do her justice in my slipshod style of rhyme.

The green Goddess of Nature with her none to compare
Before human interference her beauty was everywhere
Her rivers from the high country they flow down to the sea
She is the one immortal or so 'twould seem to me.

Nature rules the World and her creatures live on sea and land
She has been around forever and the centuries she has spanned
Yet we do take her for granted though she is our source of food
And to build more towns to live in on her Woodlands we intrude.

I am just your average rhymer without pretentions to fame
When the reaper he will claim me none will recall me by name
But I love the Nature Goddess and to her no need to pray
Since her wild birds sing her praises in her Queendom every day.