My First Poem

Caring Nature

Often being very tired
I sit always under a tree
A light gentle breeze is required
For me; birds' sweet sounds free
Me from fatigue and make feel:
Had I wings now
I would sing with zeal
Like evening birds on the bough.
And when straying the leaves-
Through which the setting sun peeps
A rustling sound the breeze gives.
It's inaudible when a machine beeps.
The kind nature cares and heals
Those who with her simply deals.