Shall I Love Thee More Than Life?

I, myself, love the nature of nature
A sepulchre is the nature but the darkness inside
Dark roses flourished close to the pasture
Then my father said it's not natural but suicide

My childhood was different than silence
The oak trees and the lilies are the picture
When the rain is more valuable than the silence
Noise and silence form the natural mixture

Now the sun is not my dear friend
It has never been; I lied to everyone
I, myself, created the goddess in the end
Precious thing, when compared to the sun

I am nothing but a lover of nature.
Birds shall sing, as its their feature,
If my road ends with the creature
Whom I shaped for myself to serve all nature.