Nature does not need instructions as to how or why recycling is beneficial to earth.
It’s man with his uncertain wisdom, who needs to be made aware.
Fire and Ice
High above the frozen earth
Their journey hence began.
Tiny droplets of moisture;
Tumble toward a darkened land.
A chill overcomes them,
Changing rain to crystal ice.
Winds carry them higher
Once, two times, even thrice.
As crystals they gather,
New shapes begin to form.
With stems, branches and fronds
Frosty white is now the norm.
Flakes of varied shapes
Cover earth with a blanket soft.