Nature – A Personification

I see her in the morning,

As I look out of my window:

She is there in the garden,

And among the far willow.

I see her all day,

As about town I travel;

While returning home

And walking up the gravel.

She is sometimes a mother,

Yet sometimes a virgin;

She is sometimes so vivid,

Yet sometimes a vision.

She is there in the sunrise,

In the sunset; on the seas:

She is there in the mountains,

In the flowers, breeze and trees.

She is there in all creatures;

In all that’s alive:

She is there in the rocks

That don’t live but survive.

Its not just perceiving

That does cause me to ponder;

But I’ve felt her and heard her

And there’s no greater wonder.

There is something about her

That is definitely unclear:

For she’s sometimes so dreaded,

Yet mostly so dear.

She punishes severely

All those who may blunder;

But loves and protects

All who obey her.

Her love is selfless

And her gifts are many;

But the ones who are grateful

Are few – if any.

Everyone sees her;

Yet seeing most see not:

For to appreciate beauty

Is what man forgot.

Eric Anthony Trott

November 10^th 1982