I am nature,
I am the grass that tickles your toes.
I am the water when you turn on the hose.
I am the clouds that stretch beyond your eyes.
I am the bugs that you call flies.
Did you know I make you live?
It is all because of what I give.
I coil my branches and sprout leaves.
I grown in your garden in a form you call weeds.
You give me love,
but you kill my doves.
Why do you hate me so?