Glitters but not gold

I do not know how the nature works 
But there is a rule of law;
Regulating the ethics being regulated 
Not in nature but like the plants and trees. 
The pattern of life not unless 
Eventually not more in tact hidden in the truth; 
As the nature grows life becomes 
The golden touch if watched by
The lower animals follow the same rule. 
The tunes of general locomotion in question
For everlasting the continuous way
 As if not ended rather will go long last
Fair and hopped pass altogether in crisis 
This has outdone the path in its own way.
I do not know how the way in the field 
Tremendously took place in the past and future; 
Wherever it occurred like volcano 
In Japan or Philippines through the burning 
As it has stood on the deck and embracing death. 
Death is universal and sequentially not happened 
When it did its critics never found again
 Passing along all mercy and allusion 
For universal beam of worldly affairs 
Stirring the heart of the hunger.