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Nature



How I love nature

It reminds me of the future

That for years I nurture

All broken parts I suture

So it might grow and mature

Abounding in great mighty stature



Watching in details its beauty

I can’t say any is faulty

It’s perfect in its entire faculty

Its components positively naughty

Tall trees growing, looking mighty

Melodies of birds in their party



The fresh breath of the sea

The sweet honey of the bee

The wonderful taste of a pea

The vitality felt from a green tea

The tender anatomy of a flea

The owl at night making its plea



The colourful art of the sky

Making artistic drawing above of a spy

The glory of eagles as they fly

If not as gift these are hard to come by

Green leaves as they wave to say hi

Quickly as they live and die.

                                                                                                
 By J_amaze.


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