


If you try to see
Trees and flowers
Swaying gently in the breeze
If you turn around
The green forest
They are living around you
When you lookup
There is a blue sunny mirror
And pure white cloud floating
Standing firmly and hear
The shaking of the feet
Upon the pebbles and ground
The sound near you
There is a flow of a stream
Rushing to a mile more
Beholding nature’s miracles
Breath in the clear air
A moment you find the rare
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