Nature's Devotion by B.C.

Suffered from its environment
A tree, the middle of the ocean
It suffers from its location
There's no choice that hasn't been chosen

If you listen closely, the wind breathes:
I planted my seed in a solitary spot
Then it made sense, and now
Intimately touched, Made clear, it does not

Nature isn't planned, nature isn't perfect
There exists no miraculous flow, Instead:
Nature lays back, like an irresponsible child,
Painting with colors then letting them run wild.