When Nature Sleeps

The moon rises when we say that nature sleeps...
But the truth is...
That is the time when it is most enchanting and alive.
Whether it is a misty morning and the dew clings to the grass, or whether it is a raging storm where there is no sound but the whistling wind past your ears.
Nature is peace.

When nature sleeps, I awake.
I remember all of my days of suffering among mankind, and I take a moment or two and step outside underneath a full moon. I look around at all the majestic beauty of such a silver goddess.
Leaves of trees are silver in the breeze, and the forests are black as midnight.

Crickets and frogs hum gently, and birds nestle snugly into their nests. Cats prowl the night for their unknowing prey, and still we say nature sleeps.

Leaves fall in autumn...
Like the fading of every memory that dies with time.

Things die and insects sleep while the shifting weather turns from cool to icy chills. Ice rains down from the heavens in white crystalline sheets. And still we say that nature sleeps.

New life begins in spring time here. Nature changes from white to green in weeks. Flowers bloom and bees start to buzz in the air. Still...we say that nature sleeps.

Summer, even the animal known as man wanders at night. The most infamous of all creatures, it destroys nature without a second thought of recompense. And still we say that nature sleeps.

I think it is time that Mankind and his humanity sleeps...instead.
Tis a pity that man lives at the expense of Nature's sublime health and beauty.

...(plz vote and comment. Gracias)