Untitled - Passing-By News

I see trees
Passing by.
Eternal fields,
Covered with weeds,
Just passing by.

Slow, fast:
Inconstant speed.
Mother Nature just goes on
Before my eyes,
Dazzling my view
With forests of pines.

High, scattered rocks,
Flying through my face.
Always the same trees,
But always different feelings
I feel, while I watch these
Daughters of our mother planet,
Our ever-floating rock.

A new plant, is a new view;
It's a new soul, a new feeling,
Forever new, our whole wide world:
A beautiful pictured story,
Always new.
Eternal news,
Every day so new,
They won't ever be fully told.