The Child That Is Nature Poem by Jim Yerman

Is it possible nature is but a child?
Let me try to verify:
She loves to play with crayons…
have you seen the way she paints the sky?

She colors over everything…she never stays within the lines...
When she's hungry her stomach grumbles…
In the wind sometimes she whines.

She laughs at all the little things…she gets tickled by the breeze…
Her attention changes quickly…from the flowers to the trees.

She often cries for no reason…she is changing every day
sometimes...she might smell bad...other times...like a bouquet.

She fills our days with sunshine…she's a constant source of light
and just like any baby…she needs her sleep at night.

With nature, each day is an adventure…you never know what to expect
perhaps nature…
like a child…
is something we should try more to protect.