Sleepless in the jungle

Nature does not stop

It never sleeps: never quits.

Always working, always moving

Never sick and never slowing.

Changing, growing, being born every day -

You will never step in the same river twice,

See the same sunrise, or feel the same wind.

And when it gets bored of just being beauty

When nature tires of its grace and glory,

It screams and shouts. It thrashes and crashes,

Maims its own children in fits of anger born from nowhere .

Till beauty is restored and nature calms by itself

Never slowing, never stopping

Always working, never sick.