Nature's Art
There’s no comparison to Nature’s Art;
It’s seen with the eyes and felt with the heart;
I see it in the trees and the ground that I walk,
In the prance of the deer and flight of the hawk;
The unearthly quiet before a thunderstorm hits,
The sulfur and electricity that a storm emits;
The mighty mountains standing tall with pride,
An artwork that can be seen far and wide;
A blank canvas that nature made all it’s own,
From the air that I breathe to a moss covered stone.
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