Mother Nature


She is ice she is cold,
she is silver she is gold.
She is the trees she is the grass,
she is the water and the valley pass.
She is the deer she is the moose,
she is the duck she is the goose,
but we all know she is just a myth,
for in all these things you'll find God in their midst.

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