Nature's Beauty
A cool breeze sweeps through the leaves on the trees,
Birds sing the sweet songs of spring, while nature's children dance and play.
I see the sunlight reflecting off the morning dew,
I hear the chatter of the forest creatures,
I feel the heart of nature-lively and strong.
Peaceful and not destroyed by the chaos of humans,
Beautiful and not dirtied with the filth of man.
The only real utopia in the world,
A view of how our world should be.
It's a serene place, a tranquil place, somewhere to escape reality.
Nature is a Beautiful thing
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