The swishing of the leaves,
The crunch as dry leaves are stood upon,
Wind passes through the branches,
The language of the trees.

Slowly trickling down a rock
The water goes along its course,
Cascading down the waterfall,
The water dances- becoming alive.

A rigid green stem flourishing into
A beautiful blooming flower,
A misleading, false beauty to cover
The hard and coldness of its inner being
That lies beneath.

Nature- simple at a glance but complex if given thought,
A bit like our Creator