Nature presents itself,
In a variety of ways,
Flowers, sunshine,
Golden days.
Wonderful trees on mountains high,
Birds flying freely,
In the bright blue sky,
Butterflies, bees,
Gracing each flower,
The smell of the soil,
As the rain comes down.
Dew drenched grass,
In the morning light,
The sound of an owl,
In the dark of the night,
Natures a special part of life,
To love nature,
Is to love life.
Jayne Davies
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