An Admirer of Nature I used to be

An admirer of nature, I used to be ‘til a storm felled my favorite tree Ever-optimistic, my always thoughts ‘til in my first real war I fought Laid-back and leisurely, I once dined ‘til worn down by the workaday grind Always thrilled to the sight of flowers ‘til I lived in a windowless tower The world chews us up and spits us out Heaven’s surely better, I have no doubt