Nature
I stand up high upon a peak,
watch natures beauty flourish,
and hear the pleasant bird songs.
Nature wakes up from its snooze,
it breasts peak to the sky,
and listen to the bustling of the bees.
I inhale the aroma of nice fresh air,
feel the waft within my hair,
and odour the fragrance of flowers with my nose.
I watch a gentle cold rivulet drift,
leaves that are enthusiastically blown...
by the furious whispering wind.
The white-winged scoter sings a spring song,
the butterflies’ ballet in the sky,
and the florae bloom and call flying bees to them.
So Beautiful It Has To Catch Your Eye.
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