There was so much truth in the way the concentric ripples of the perennial water were formed.
There was so much truth in the scent of the Gardenias that clothed the band of merry men.
There was so much of truth in the blistering rays that hurt the eyes of the little one.
There was so much of truth in the snow that caked the globe in white like a snowman's globe.
There was so much truth in nature, that you Monsieur! Failed to see.
You wouldn't open your eyes to nature! How could we last then? We could certainly never be.
Now; I'm gone, lost and fernweh, Dancing in the clouds and you have nothing to remember me.
If only you'd fall for nature. // ndcb
