Analysis of Mother nature at her finest

The trees dance to the songs of the breeze,
Sway this way and that with fashionable skills,
The moon smiles from it's resting place;
As mother nature stares with an admirant gaze.

Oh if I could for once...capture the tranquility,
Of nature and it's vibrant sensitivity;
Beauty at its finest.
Birds chirping their opinion...
Of the beauty of sunrise and sunset.

My lens oh but quiver...
As such beauty cannot be captured by mere camera,
My lips stutter...
As words for once fail me,
And my ink decides to take solace in my inability and aid me...
Mother nature at her best.