Nature
The arial creatures sing to a symphony of freedom
Flying about, no destination in mind
The leaves sway from side to side
Crunching under the force of the wind
The flowers blossom, showing their true colors
Bringing about nothing but beauty
The sun radiates its beams
Sending down life to all creatures
The clouds tell a story, expressed in a charade
Nature is a beautiful thing
Yet this beautiful thing is not appreciated
Day to day we rush on with our lives
Not taking that moment to stop
Stop and admire the world around us
We are too distracted by material items
To understand that the greatest pleasure of all is at our feet
We don't acknowledge the smell of fresh air
We don't take the time to gaze upon the meadows, intake the colors
We aren't enchanted by the world of animals
Two worlds living in harmony aside one another
It is all taken for granted
Nature is our base
But it won't be here forever
Cherish the moments you have with it
And stay intact with it
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