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.