Gift of nature

Priceless it may worth as the sun shine to its endless brightness When the moon and stars comes with the remedy to the problem of dark Is the cloud the part when it rains when the wind blows the land is delighted As the trees wave to the wind and the green leafs glorify the trees The Rose beautify their colours Has the stream sings with Love And honour when the chameleons are dancing as slow as a snail With all love The gift is not abounded by it users