Nature protects the best,
Was a phrase born in West,
When a tumbleweed became a shield,
For a man outdrawn in the field.
The weeping willow is the tree that cries,
Raindrops are tears of the skies,
That makes a day gay and somber,
To honor a man in eternal coma.
The stars always stare in mirth,
When a new man visits the world by birth,
The wind makes his hair sway,
Everyday till the strands are tuft and gray,
For nature misses not in the picture,
Of a man and every creature.