Our world

How lovely our world is. The roaring falls of Niagara. The singing sands of Sahara. The beauty of the deeps. The volcanoes, spewing gas. The bamboos, supple yet with strength. The snow bloom, the tiny buttercup. The shrubs that flower but in a mass. The jewel feathered bird, flashing bright. Compared to be less than the devoted phalarope. Wild hunters that prey in the night. Their calls low, their sight keen. The eye-brilliant stripes of the tree frog. The scorpions dancing slow in moonlight. The survival of the poorwill. The sheer grassy slope of a hill. A little care can be a great aid. Only from excess should we refrain. Come now, won't you lend a hand? To save the creatures of this land? A call from minds who cannot speak. An alm to that which helps us breathe. Let the waters of a love spring a leak. An act to preserve a beauty still ours.