Butterflies upon their wings,
Fluttering as angels sing.
Blossoms swaying in the breeze,
With careless mirth of a reckless tease.
Nature beckons, she calls to me,
Open your heart and try to see.
Wonders that lay bare before you,
Of shiny petals and morning dew.
Sunshine, rain and misty fog,
Tender creepers colouring logs.
Smooth pebbles, brown and gray
Under gushing river, they quietly lay
Peaks, vales, creeks and hills,
Of countryside and rundown mills.
I run with arms open wide,
As drops of rain roll down my side.
But city lights now dim them all
With their stark lights and shimmering malls.,
Where O where, have those simple pleasures gone
Of a purple sunset and a golden dawn.
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