lying here watching the day
  fold over its pages
now and every day it's a sight
  to see,
makes men feel small and
  insignificant
ah, the smell, can't be
  duplicated synthetically,
though they try.
clouds rolling as if blown from
  someone's mouth
the titans of the forest watch
  over me
another wondrous day, getting
  high in the arms of nature.

People don't seem to enjoy nature any more. You should try to; it may be better than that diseased glass tube you are watching at home. Bring a friend; relish your local forest preserve.