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9/18/2018 11:07:11 AM
Art of Nature	Art of Nature. Nature! Nature!Nature! What's thy art? Capture thee our heart, Delight with your gifts and never lasts; Trees of different height, I view Free height of different hue, Land, high,low and plain And our hearts bleeds with happy rain. Nature! How is thy art? Future,it makes luster and onward Mind finds peace and Kind words even in sand, Magic in the song, Logic of mind to answer without wrong. Birds,what does your sweet song mean? Birds, your deep thought is unseen Deeply buried in your voice Keep Oh! Singing till the rise, Next day with days sun Haste of days till it run. Lark,it flies and signets Hark,and see the view of beauties Swift, flies ,it takes in air Cliff nor water it has but higher And higher it flies And poorest the sweetest songs from skies. Deer jumps and fox cries Clear seen its fission in daylight, My heart cools out of sadness Joy overflows with delight ness, Wind doth blows,gust Hand,a full of happiness, just Brings and freshen our mind. Hour for they watches the fall Bower window full with members, all, Shower passes their eyesight Far yet seems the daylight, Her hairs hang out all night Something that is hard to apart. What a sweet sound it makes! What stops the shower ! I expect Yet this to happen again Added with the rain begins.
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9/18/2018 11:07:11 AM

Art of Nature.

Nature! Nature!Nature! What's thy art?
Capture thee our heart,
Delight with your gifts and never lasts;
Trees of different height, I view
Free height of different hue,
Land, high,low and plain
And our hearts bleeds with happy rain.

Nature! How is thy art?
Future,it makes luster and onward
Mind finds peace and
Kind words even in sand,
Magic in the song,
Logic of mind to answer without wrong.
Birds,what does your sweet song mean?
Birds, your deep thought is unseen
Deeply buried in your voice
Keep Oh! Singing till the rise,
Next day with days sun
Haste of days till it run.

Lark,it flies and signets
Hark,and see the view of beauties
Swift, flies ,it takes in air
Cliff nor water it has but higher
And higher it flies
And poorest the sweetest songs from skies.

Deer jumps and fox cries
Clear seen its fission in daylight,
My heart cools out of sadness
Joy overflows with delight ness,
Wind doth blows,gust
Hand,a full of happiness, just
Brings and freshen our mind.

Hour for they watches the fall
Bower window full with members, all,
Shower passes their eyesight
Far yet seems the daylight,
Her hairs hang out all night
Something that is hard to apart.

What a sweet sound it makes!
What stops the shower ! I expect
Yet this to happen again
Added with the rain begins.

pages: 1