Nature

Green is her lap
and me an infant
she hugs me close
so warm is her caress

When I prune
here and there
new shoots spring
up and all over

It's her way
to reassure me
how happy she is
when she is with me

Nothing she asks
only keeps a watch
wherever I go
lest I am lost

When I am sad
she holds my hand
and humors me much
till I laugh and jump

Why should I grow up
and leave her alone
let me remain an infant
and be stronger our bond

Sun and the stars
they tempt me in vain
heaven is her lap
and so blissful the nature's embrace!