The Beauty Of Nature

The beauty of Nature,
So strung and divine,
Nature I wish could be all mine,
Her sweet smelling roses,
And her tall oak trees,
The beauty of Nature,
Is beholder number three.
The Beauty of Nature,
Is she's always around,
Through the hellish hot spots,
Or in the rainy wet ground.
The beauty of Nature,
With the everlasting vines,
Everything is lovely,
If only it was all mine....
If the beauty of Nature,
Was in fact mine,
I'd make it flourish,
And I'd make it more divine.
Nature carries her rose,
For all to see,
And one day,
She may leave it to me.

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