A dark side to nature.

Writing this poem a question occurs,
what is nature?
The simple answer is easy,
it's something that happens naturally.
If that is true,
then humans are part of nature to.
Now I view nature differently,
I used to see,
a bird singing in a tree.
Or some-thing pretty and green,
wishing to be seen.

Now to me nature is dark,
nature is a perv hiding behind a bush in a park.
Nature is some-one crying,
while at the same time,
some-one else will be lying.
Nature is sadness,
as I can't seem to find any gladness.
Nature is evil.
To us our world is normal,
natural.
Now I view nature differently,
we are nature,
us, you me.