Mysterious Paradise

As the world unfolds before my eyes,
I notice, it's such a mysterious paradise.
With fogs covering miles and miles,
And branches entwining,
You could say each aspect is like us.
In our heads there is often fog,
Halting our monotonous cogs.
Each of us entwine as one,
Wrapped within each others arms.
The seas flow gently,
Just like the current of the population.
The clouds pass by,
As do the tears when we cry.
The plants all grow,
Just as we mature, and ourselves, get to know.
So in the long run,
We and the earth entwine fine.