The Nature Poem by Susan T. Aparejo

Watch the imaginative,
Green oceans of mountains,
Follow the winding road,
of irresistible beauty,
The country of mystery,
As you travel far away.

Where are the trees,
of verdant leaves?
Where are the fresh air?
of morning breeze?
Where are the dew
of misty morning?
Perish in the neon
of lovely evening?

What could I do
to restore you?
the youth of no woe,
What can they take,
to make you breath?
Are we the reasons
of your perishable motion?