Nature
Nature
Here we all are surrounded
by trees
we feel the breeze
on the ground there is
a vibrant of green leaves
outside there go a dog
barking. the gates are open
people wonder if it will bite.
hold on tight. it ain't nothing
like Mother nature. We are all
made as God's creatures, nothing
on paper. bring cats around later.
we'll have something on to cater.
we may follow the nature of God; the beautiful nature that he created. we
could only be blessed. John says
"through him all things were made" or
"but ask the animals and they'll teach
you or the birds in the sky and
they'll tell you or speak to the earth"
in nature we were all made by birth.
we were not made under the dirt.
smell the nature that is out there like
it is your own.
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