My Infatuation With Nature As She Is - By Lord Spikes

Oh you elegant figure of enviroment
When I situate myself innermost your nonpareil physique
Your phenomena pleases my senses in a way described as mystique
In various streaks

When your wind leads centered at that one direction
That direction described as my face
It releases in me a feel of predilection
Everytime your wind hits me
I reckon it as your own kiss as the breeze knocks off my face

When your complexion suffers variation to a certain tone
Complexion described as your state of climate
It releases in me a feel of glamour
That somehow gives me the feel of being acclimate

Oh you elegant figure of enviroment
Where may I find you in reality
In this state of actuality
I have only the capabality of scarcely visualising your segment