Nature Came Poem by James McLain

Nature came I heard first, then she with green of the gold,
it is the soft hue where she of whom it should.
Climbing up and into the trees with her and her,
her grasp is the hardest. Leaf' where she is quick; It turned over.
The flower of the myrtle. But so just thus one more hour.
Then the leaf is settled and whispered there because.
Leaves opened and came out therefore [eden] sank to sorrow.
Wherefore as for the dawn at all in this day moreover it becomes.
Dawn comes and the stateswoman with the gold garland.
Her lovely is not only possible, she restricts it.
Climbing down we both kneel and drink at the hotblooded base.