Nature's Lullaby
Nature, oh how beautiful you are,
No one understands your pain,
The cruel world takes from you,
Humans aren't worth what you are,
The withered trees calling for help,
The bright colours shining in pride,
The sun rays ever so orange and red,
The strong emotion of waves pulling,
The brown and gooey mud to play in,
The smell of rain cold and fresh,
And those sharp thunderstorms,
Heavy hails falling down like balls of snow,
And soft petals of flowers in the meadows,
Green leaves of darker and lighter shades,
The trees tell stories as they age,
The animals out in the wild,
Crickets chirping at night,
And the owls howling away,
The dusk and dawn to live for,
The speck and spark of stars in the sky,
The clouds all grey and scattered,
The pleasant moon to look at,
Heavy and soft winds on my skin,
I feel every inch of you,
You're exciting and enchanted,
And your beauty is ethereal.
Every Season, graceful in it's own,
From the Earth to the sky,
Your wonders never end,
You're magical in every way,
You're breathtaking,
Your diaphanous harmony,
Never fails to soothe my ears,
An eternal bliss of truth,
Nature, You are an exquisite lullaby.
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