On the ground and in the sky
We enjoy such lovely scenes
The beauty is just astonishing
And almost like a dream
The sky is nature’s canvas
A brilliant artist with a brush
You never know each instant
What you’ll see in the evening hush
One moment there are clouds
Huge puffy cotton balls
Then as the sun goes down
Behind windmills so dark and tall
We can count on the wind
To bring in a dramatic change
For when that happens
The sky is then rearranged
What a beautiful thing it is
To have the décor above
It’s the best of nature’s bounty
Surrounding us with love!
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