Is sunrise as beautiful if none sees

or birdsong so sweet without human ear?

Is a flower's perfume on an evening breeze

as fragrant if there is no person near?

Was all this created for us  alone

or is there purpose still yet to be seen?

Though Man is mortal, and will soon be gone

Suns shall yet rise daily where we have been

and flowers will appear with heady bouquet

the air will ring to the chorus at dawn

But none will recall man's fleeting short stay

or remember the day that he was born

Nature’s beauty exists, hid or perceived

and we fools have only ourselves deceived