The seasons go by without any
Words of despair it went through,
Nor does it utter the words of mercy it blessed
Upon us it’s friendly urchins.
But for this beholding beauty of nature
We the speck in this green earth
Would be a waif.
But this eternal truth is covered by a fig leaf
Namely the humans who are considered the royal species,
Who err in realizing that they r nothing but a mot in this motley of universe.....