The Beauty of Nature

The clouds of white sprinkle the sky as the river flows and laughs,

The wind sings songs of blissful peace and bings back joys of the past.

The grass is reborn after the witer and forgets the rage of the storm,

The birds share the sky with that of the sun and keep us alive and warm.

The days of the summer, spring, and fall show us the colors of life,

Also the winter, though bitter and cold, can show a beautiful light.

Each year I grow older, the earth may turn over and bring me strife and pain,

But as each day passes, beauty progresses even if there is rain.

Though the world may be cold and I will grow old, I will always remember the days,

Where the wind would sing to me songs of the past, and rain feeds the earth that I stay.