Natures Dominance Poem by Colin Bingham

I yearn the morning sound
Sigh at the fragrances there
Tremble with touches senses
Smile at the sights to behold

Sheer joy at sensing each new day breaking
Gifted to sense mother natures wares
See the tempest storms
See the spring mornings bloom

Shrills, shrieks, warbles, song
warmth, chill, rays, frosts sheen
Colours ablaze countless hues everywhere
to be nurtured naturally left alone

Only natural selection creates such assemblage
Battles unseen for superiority
Eras, ages, fought without conciousness
Victors splendid in their triumph