Nature recycles , nature returns
Times revolve yet some elements remain
Unchanged , untouched , ever pristine
Secrets yet to be unlocked from unearthly domains.
Turning mountains into squelchy swamps
Barren deserts into fertile rainforest lands
Switching off the sun , turning on the rain
Leave nature alone to play her games.
Who are we but playthings for her
A species here today, extinct tomorrow
Nevertheless, enjoy a life given, in good faith, for now
Be not a boulder to weigh upon buoyant earth ‘s bough.
Leave the energy transformations to Mother Earth.
An intricate industry , a recycle bin , an evergreen store.
What is a human birth– a body or a being or both?
Just some reused mud with a recycled soul in its core!