Nature

I see a little ant,
struggling to live.
Every second of life,
a fright it can give.

I see a butterfly,
emerging from its cocoon.
Spreading its wings and
soaring the skies, at noon.

The night arrives,
and the owls hoot,
as if to welcome
the stars so beaut.

Dawn and dusk,
morn and night,
nature's beauty
shines so bright.

Enjoy it,
to the heart's fullest,
but do not destroy it,
and we all will be blest.