Nurture
The rain that drop
The wind that blows
The sun that shines
To make the evergreen grow
The chill I get from the wind that blows
The cold I get from the snow that snows
The sky so blue
The clouds so white
The sun so bright
To make the world beam of light
The tired I get from the rain that drips
The rested I am from the ground that sips
The rush I get from the water that flows
To make me happy and healthy to grow
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