Nature surrounds us with its beauty
Its wonders to behold
From mountains high to valleys low
A story to be toldThe rustling leaves, the singing birds
A symphony of sounds
The breeze that gently blows our hair
A dance that knows no bounds
The sun that rises in the east
And sets in the west
The changing hues of sky and clouds
A canvas that's the best
The flowers bloom, the grass grows tall
In colors bright and grand
The rain that falls and waters all
A gift from nature's hand
The waves that crash upon the shore
A rhythm that never fades
The stars that twinkle in the night
A wonder that pervades
Nature is a masterpiece
A work of art divine
A tapestry of life and death
That's always on the line
—Elias Kingston—
