She is Nature (Poem)

I think I was designed wrong See when she walk the earth braces for her stride as her footsteps hit grass and the roots on the base of her feet make a home of the dirt When she smiles the sun ceases to exist for a moment and the moon hides its face out of shame She is the trees that dance with the wind and beckon me to follow She is the sway of the grass tickling at my knees with tender touches of affection She is the river- ever flowing and marvellous, cresting in a crescendo of waterfalls and turmoil that leave me breathless She is nature itself she is ethereal And I think I was designed wrong if I love her like this