Cherish Yang

Nature is a mystery,

but I am unique.

The world spins around in an orbit,

but my head spins through imagination of wild stories.

Out of boredom, the weather becomes a hectic storm,

Such as these mix emotions of sadness and madness.

Nature is naturally beautiful, 

So I follow Nature's example.

The Camera and Mirror disagrees with real beauty,

But I agree with their kind.

Time ticks to until death,

But time ticks slowly so I stay in a child's body,

In this bed I lay in like books piling up,

Nature's beauty has yet to be claimed.