By Anon
 
High on a mountain, admiring the view,
close to a leaf, examining dew.
Walking through bushland or down by a creek,
these are the things that some of us seek.

The frogs in the dam, the song of a bird,
the rustling of breezes; the best sounds heard.
The buzzing of bees as they fly to their hives,
these things that we listen for brighten our lives.

The butterfly's colours, the wildflower's hues
the evening's sunsets, the pinks and the blues.
Storm clouds and lightning and rainbows combine
to give us a lift. Oh life is sublime.

And deep in the forest, the trees all around,
remind of the pleasures that we have found.
We wonder what was and will be tomorrow,
and sometimes those thoughts will fill us with sorrow.

But at least with our friends, we've enjoyed what we've done,
'cause we've been and we've seen and we've tried and we've won.
And whatever is said can't diminish the worth,
of our wondrous enjoyment of this planet Earth.

May those in the future take heed and take care,
make sure those around are completely aware.
This existence is fragile, and we must ensure
to protect and to nurture or we won't endure.