Nature,
So beautiful,
So calm,
A soft rose,
Surrounded by sharp thorns,
Protection from its predators
A tree,
Strong like a house,
Its foundation,
A trunk,
Stronger than a storm,
Yet so beautiful.
As the wind blows in over my face,
I think of Mother Nature.
As the sky cries,
So is she,
So sad,
And nobody knows why.
If nature is able to withstand the strong annoyance,
That this world has bestowed upon us,
Then so am I.
So inspiring,
Yet so sad.
If you just look at it,
It almost makes you want to cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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