Nature

New type of HAIKU . . . Like the rain, there's a lot of things often Appear, come, or happen By others, they might not be interestingly taken But for us, they always fasten Our minds, before they go hasten . . . When you open your eye And look at the pretty sky You'll ask her, if you can fly This is true, not a lie We all wanna be high Either am old, or a young fry I'll fight for my nature, until I die . . . This is our beautiful nature Protected by GOD's creature It is really our treasure Let's preserve it forever This is our adventure