Nature's Eyes

As white smoke rises on black water glass And skies lay still on horizon's line I'll sit here in peace, watch the morning pass To seek reasoned questions for man's design This scene cares not for any tomorrow Nor feels conflict if a storm seeks a reply Tranquility brings death without sorrow Only man has the potential to cry Does nature understand its own beauty? And are we nothing more than nature's eyes? Born to fulfill this singular duty Another creature waiting for demise The skies have changed on horizon's line While I found no answers for man's design