The Beauty of Nature
The Beauty of Nature
Early in the morning which we call dawn, Nature is quiet, dew covers the lawn.
We look out the window through the dark atmosphere, waiting for the sun to appear.
The sun comes up bringing such a beautiful light as the day begins and transforms from night.
People are waking but the air stays still, as if Nature is anticipating a new day’s thrill.
Day has come and outside we hear, the sweet melody of birds singing in cheer.
The sun is shining, the sky is blue, clouds are forming, creating a breath taking view.
The sun hides amongst the clouds as the afternoon becomes clear, casting shadows beneath the trees far and near.
As the day progresses, nature plays its role, birds fly, bees buzz, together taking on their world as a whole.
The sky darkens; the sun slowly fades, indicating a storm is heading our way.
Suddenly the sky opens, with no warning at all, and we hear the slight pitter-patter of rain as it falls.
The wind blows allowing the wind chimes to sound as the sight and sound of rain hits the ground.
The sun comes back out the storm takes a rest, the rain with its wetness, makes nature seem so fresh.
From the mist of the rain a rainbow shows, giving off such a beautiful glow. This sight makes the small people of this vast world feel so blessed.
Blessed to have this view, this life, blessed to be a part of this plan, as night falls taking nature in its hands.
Finally, the sunset, one of the most gorgeous views of life takes on its part of the night.
The world goes dark, the stars shine bright, and the crickets talk amongst themselves throughout the night.
The air is crisp, yet remains still again, as the nature of this world waits for a new day to begin.
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