When we relate to
Just our needs of seeing
Nature does not
Reveal it’s true being
When a tree is
Nothing but a chair
It ceases to tell us
About growing here
When a river is
Just a dumping place
It no longer speaks of
The movement of grace
And when a flower is
A plastic decoration
It has little to say of
The beauty of creation
Natures not a possession
Let’s change our attitude
For it’s a gift to receive
With respect and gratitude
(based upon words by Henri Nouwen)