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.