What Are We Without Nature

The dear old man sits in the park

Watching his dear old son play football with his dear old grandchild

He wonders to himself in solemn silence

Where did the trees come from

A wise old man once said

What are we without our surroundings

After all, we are a bi-product of nature itself

That begs the question - what are we without nature?

Nothing

A poor old maid slaves over a hot stove

Accompanied by her sources of life

Two wise old women generations apart

They speak of both wisdom and idiocy

They answer the question

What are we without nature?