From the trees of life, of the great green mother earth
To the free birds of the blue, father sky years of birth.
Nature’s true colors, are the beauty of something great
If you can not see the true colors, for you it’ll be too late.
Water as clear as diamonds, is a sign of its purity
The moon at its fullest, to be the sign of humanity.
Fish as happy as the others, jumping up really high
Birds as free as any other, flying fast in the sky.
This beauty we call nature, isn’t really beautiful till we see
The colors that we may miss, for its core that stands to be.
Drops of water from the wet full sky, I can here it said to rain
Age upon the strongest tree, from this I have made my cane.
Nature being life, for the past present and future
Age has no affect, on the timeless beautiful nature.
Nature's snow is as white, as beautiful birch trees
Seeing a clear view, of the setting sun over the seas.
What we are calling the ocean, full of the depthful water
This liquid now a mist, was once mother earth's daughter.
Nature’s flashing son, now brewing a deadly storm
It’s considered ice cold, it’ll never be dry and warm.
Drops of water filled icicles, becoming a welcoming present
The beauty of unknown weather, sometimes not so pleasant.
Beautiful Drops of nature, I will tell you what I want to say
No matter what is to come, it will always be here to stay.