The beauty of nature


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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