Nature\'s Gifts
The garden is pretty plentiful with petunias,
But what a bust it is to miss the generous colors they produce in the spring,
The swooshing of the leaves in the winds,
The flutter of each petal traveling into the distance,
The sky is so blue all throughout time,
Nature is beautiful especially the pine,
When the trees are not reborn,
That is the time to mourn
But what a bust it is to miss the generous colors they produce in the spring,
The swooshing of the leaves in the winds,
The flutter of each petal traveling into the distance,
The sky is so blue all throughout time,
Nature is beautiful especially the pine,
When the trees are not reborn,
That is the time to mourn
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It is about how nature is one of the best gifts taken from the world.
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