Tracing my steps over trips to the woods
With the sights and the sounds ever present
Gives me strength to display, my joy of the day
And the way every walk is so pleasant
I would give up most things, just to fly on birds wings
And to see from the sky up above
All these things that please me, from a plant to a tree
This beauty in all that I love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
mother nature..cool poem